Just beneath the skin,
tears of salt,
tears of water.
Tears that well up.
Weeping while viewing photos,
photos of the happy past,
happy in that past.
A past where I was happy,
so happy I didn't even know it.
Tears upon remembering,
yesterday's happiness,
in that other time,
a vanished joy
that makes me cry,
past love,
strange love,
that slipped away from me,
and never returns.
It is a time of water,
water of yesterday's sorrow,
of the love that drained away,
in that memory of yesterday.
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A FLOR DE AGUAS
A flor de piel,
lágrimas de sal,
lagrimas de agua.
Lágrimas que brotan.
Llorando viendo fotos,
fotos del pasado feliz,
felices en ese pasado.
Pasado en que fui feliz,
tan feliz que ni lo sabía.
Lágrimas al recordar,
la felicidad del ayer,
en el otro tiempo,
pasada felicidad
que hace llorar,
amor pasado,
amor extraño,
que se me fue,
y ya no vuelve.
Es tiempo de agua,
agua de la pena del ayer,
del amor que se escurrió,
en ese recordar del ayer.
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Comments1
A sad poem of loss and the past where things were happier. Well written it flows well and takes one back. Nostalgic in a sad way.
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