THE GATE ON THE WINDOW
A fence from you separates me
that won't
let me touch you
that
prevents me from getting closer
and i can
never look at you
without
the fence tripping
and bring
your face closer to me.
I can go up to your window
and i can
look you in the face
your eyes
that speak to me
that
betray your heart
Just like
the fence separates us.
Now there
is no window
nor the
gate to his vera
it's not
even spring anymore
and I sigh
with your face
nestled in
my memory
like
instants and moments,
moments
that are gone,
moments
like faces
blown away
in the wind.
The
Adversiter Chronicle, diario dependiente cibernoido
Salt
Lake City, Utah
Director
Editorial: Perry Morton Jr. IV
http://theadversiterchronicle.org
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