Thought wanders,
the hands shake;
this heart suffers for the memory.
They’re about to cry their eyes;
the ears feel desires,
attentive to listen to you
and the voice wants to call you;
tell you, that can not
tear you out of your mind.
That you live in existence
and it\'s hard to forget you.
The hurt soul ... sighs
to see, the inert body
that lies suspended
in the overwhelm of remoteness;
for your departure
and die for not having you.
Magali Aguilar Solorza
(Quiet Night)
December / 31/2013 12:53:45 pm
Mexican author
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