mi niña cometa…

mi niña cometa…
Mi niña cometa,
quieres volar sola?
…Mi niña cometa?
Nunca, buen amigo.
Sin tu mano fuerte
a mi cuerda atada
tan solo sería
un trozo de tela
al aire arrastrada.
©Piedad Asensio
Fotografía de Pixabay
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Mi niña cometa,
quieres volar sola?
…Mi niña cometa?
Nunca, buen amigo.
Sin tu mano fuerte
a mi cuerda atada
tan solo sería
un trozo de tela
al aire arrastrada.
©Piedad Asensio
Fotografía de Pixabay
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Qué hermoso poema!
Gracias linda.
A veces las cuerdas no son ataduras. Una mano a la que agarrarse, un hombro en el que apoyarse… Verdad?
Muy agradable que comentes. Un beso
Sin duda, tienes razón. Un beso.