ELEGY Poem by María Mercedes Carranza

ELEGY



I was walking looking at the sky
and I fell on my nose.
Now my whole body is bleeding.
My knees, the air, my memories.
My skirt was torn
and I lost my earrings, my reason.

Is there not in the soul
a different way
to live the end of love?

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