Sunday, February 7, 2010

Poemas de la melanchonia


A singular eyelash travels the perpetuating sky.
Its only traveler the eyelash itself.
Floating to the unforgiving sway of her breath.
delicate as a ray of light, but tough as one could be.
Landing upon travels it continues, no singular end in sight
Sad eyes will flicker, and another eyelash takes flight.

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