Poem - Confinement

in #poetry2 years ago


Heading for a wild confinement,

As the moon silently rises,

Just as a white chrysanthemum has its countenance,

The energy arrives and expands,

Still even the state is waiting,

Justifying their robes of mourning,

With their confinement swords,

That's how Nordic your heart is,

Showing every suffering.

To a whole town.

By Leonardo Blanco

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