martes, 31 de marzo de 2020

Thanks, Pattern, a poem.

Thanks, Pattern

In the stones of the Way
beat the hearts pilgrims
The leaves on the trees collected
scraps of the soul walker
Move down the streams as their sentences
The clouds are their songs and prayers until beyond the sun.

Pain and misery they accompany their gaits
Laughter and happy dreams their breaks.

Frank friendship are its fruits
Smiles are the memories.
Even the most vile spirit can feel
Between both fatigue and concerns
On so many penalties and bitterness as leads to slopes
That under the stars a little higher than he extols
And pushes to continue.

Otro poema de Secreto canto de las luciérnagas.

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