Poem of the Dynamic winter

Leticia

I

The heat merges with the shadows of the road on the horizon of disaster,
appeased by the calm formula of the lights that unleash melancholy, in veins
and hearts of walkers who have survived the wounds of disaster.

II

There is a force that shakes the bodies and lives of those destined to the
absence, to the disconnection of the crouching senses that leave the hours towards a
indefinite abyss.

III

That hope that disappears in the curve of the imminent message of death, adventures of this and other worlds that levitate between terror and gloom.