Doris Vida Mía Poem by Anton Mirymo
Doris Vida Mía
Yo soy una gota de agua dentro del hueco de tus manos. Yo seré lo que tú quieras que sea, yo viviré por ti y el tiempo que quieran mi corazón flaco y tú, tú, Doris mía.
Un mueble de tu apartamento, la fruta que comes, las uñas de tus manos, no son más tuyos que yo
Saturday, October 15, 2022
Topic(s) of this poem: sea,son
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