The shadow that fights
in a fragment without measure
in the irreparable time that betrays them
They will see the light that ignores them.
So strange and true
cold and empty is the nation,
they pass side by side
about the resignation of pain.
The eyes become smoke,
running away
in a stone time
they are blood and needle of terror.
A wind of rope
they have guided my steps
walking in an arid land
consumed by desolation.
@corderosiete11/27/2018
