Poema 1

in frases •  7 years ago 

El cielo gris me convierte en el trágico olvidado,
en el poeta nostálgico que siempre recuerda su pasado,
en el melancólico anónimo que llora en el costado
de un cuaderno que aprendió a no ser recordado

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