Nino Oval

Sonero - 7

Por qu cuando vienen las ilusiones

espigas de trigo verde parecen?

Y cuando maduran, desaparecen,

invadiendo al ser las desiluciones.

Muchas son como las duras prisiones,

pero que a las almas no fortalecen.

Aunque con el tiempo todas fenecen,

dejando marcas en los corazones.

Como hojas de rboles en otoo

con la suave brisa, se caen heridas;

no pudiendo ser ms, fresco retoo.

Ramas tristes, sin savia, escondidas;

del errante y solitario medroo,

que llora sus ilusiones perdidas.

 

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