Wait To Do Those Things, For When Your Old. Poem by Cristobal Benjumea

Wait To Do Those Things, For When Your Old.



Or rather do those things nefore you are old
Because time is fast consumed
And there are many dreams to choose,
You in the midst of action
You are not in vain
The wind changes
The flames of the bonfire get higher
Illuminating all the shadows
Destroy the veils that contain my secret boxes

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