With eyes that never miss,
and a soft, unfolding smile,
she carries rain in the wind’s kiss—
surprises dressed in style.
In yellow’s warm embrace,
with braids of childhood grace,
her gentleness holds steady pace,
like pineapple’s sweet trace.
She waits in quiet for a sign,
a letter from the past,
where memories gently intertwine—
an angel's tale to last.
With boldness drawn from hue,
the leaf greens all the field,
and with a love so true,
the moment's depth is sealed.
How lovely it can be
to miss a shared heart's beat,
those moments, wild and free,
where no wound dared to meet.
Jesús Hernando Camacho Mosquera.
No hay comentarios:
Publicar un comentario