The Variety Of Reality Poem by Raquel Angel Nagler

The Variety Of Reality



The leaves of my hands
Have their own way of freezing
Their own way to melt,
As if they were tears of my body.
You murmur: reality is the sum of little surprises.
It never liked boredom. Never.

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