Amor muerto. Muerto de amor.
He visto un amor muerto
que pasaba por mi puerta.
Miró hacia donde yo estaba
leyendo en mis ojos muertos
que su amor ya no mataba.
©Piedad Asensio
Fotografía de Pixabay
Rincón de palabras y locuras
He visto un amor muerto
que pasaba por mi puerta.
Miró hacia donde yo estaba
leyendo en mis ojos muertos
que su amor ya no mataba.
©Piedad Asensio
Fotografía de Pixabay
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