.
like dry leaves that fall, as the mornings and evenings as the birds fly
tirelessly
how the applies a constant winter?
when I look and I looked, was it a future
or was an instant?
when I had you and you notice
you were not mine but someone
that was not yours but anyone.
as art song about singing
humiliate stories like the story that seeks hate
that trials could not be created.
as rain falls without getting wet ..
and lightning by day,
as no doubt you could read me ..
not think that would happen ...
like flower that grows whenever the muse
born strong,
as often touching ballad ...
so my love I love you , that simple and without collars.
Jorge A. Gauna
GaunArte.com
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