Triste Invierno Poem by Samuel Santana
Triste Invierno
La ciudad amaneció de blanco.
Hace días nubes tapan al sol.
Intento caminar pero mis pies
jadean y se hunden en el frio
que penetra el cuerpo hasta
los tuétanos.
Pero lo que más apena
son los tristes arboles
sin hojas e intranquilizados
por los oscuros y
escandalosos cuervos.
Saturday, January 7, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: son
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