Compassion (7) Poem by Raquel Angel Nagler

Compassion (7)



She used to say:
Words are snow,
They fall like the slow avalanche of a season.
It is the melancholy of fever that melts them.
He voice was liquid.
She could pass through a wall just by sighing.





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