Painting

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There is a rose lying down

on the cobblestones of the center

She escaped from a bouquet

It wasn't in the mood for romance

The sensitivity spreads its wings,

A white swan sliding into darkness

on a lake that sparkles

In the moonlight.

ᴘᴇᴛʀɪᴄʜᴏʀ:ᴘᴏᴇᴍs ᴀɴᴅ sᴄᴇɴᴀʀɪᴏsDonde viven las historias. Descúbrelo ahora