Your countenance, nearly immune to the passage of time,
Only a discreet smile, subtly altered,
Reflects a restless, sorrowful, and slow gaze,
Seeking in memories what has been relegated.
The photographs, silent witnesses of the past,
Each one a fragment of history, a sign,
Of the inexorable march of time, without retreat,
Consuming what was, leaving behind only remnants.
Your self-portrait, image of the naive young woman,
Whose smiles concealed tears of pain,
Erased the somber memories, but the moon
Still reflects in your eyes the ardor.
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Poetic Kaleidoscope
PoesíaDive into the mesmerizing world of "Poetic Kaleidoscope," where each poem is a shimmering star in a boundless universe of imagination. This captivating compendium invites readers on a journey through the vibrant tapestry of human experience, from th...
