To the Sun on this November day
planets and stars fall turn by turn,
in a sack full of the earth's mounds
they fall tons by ton rambling,
on my mind's nebulous ground,
no one hears me but the skies of yore,
she left me beneath the moon's mount with a lyre
La Viva Zapata, UNIVERSO INFINITO,
she is gone so has the sound
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