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mother daughter poem

he tenido un miedo en mi vida
no hay presa yo de pensamientos pobres
cuando miraba en sus ojos
flores de bebés
nunca sabía que la tierra tenía tanto oro
entre el humo y la niebla de una tarde de diciembre
levantado de los muertos
el amor se ha cantado mil maneras
porqué tan es triste mi encantador?
hace usted no oír

 



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