my being trembles
her cold breath disassembles
with the winter snow
how cruel must she be
the woman's air, she leaves me
winter, she forgets
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Stage Play
Poesía" All the world's a stage and all the men and women merely players; they have their exits and entrances; and one man in his time plays many parts, his acts being seven ages" - William Shakespeare ********** || Oh, but this is all an act...
