Reincarnation
In that place close to my heart where my soul rests like a white dove ,
I keep you .
I remember the embraces that were honest ,
And my heart soaring with something very similar to love.
A sweet passion all involved in color blue ,
Hard not to remember those scant good moments .
The anguishes shared , when we had no clue
about this life relentless in its destiny .
The locked door, the black stained window…
I remember your arms embracing me
lulling me to sleep, my own weeping willow.
Your branches extended and a terrycloth melody ,
absorbing the tears I dropped in our pillow.
Never mind the changes propelled by time
and even though not all your actions are good memories…
Our journey was the task that you never resigned,
together hand in hand confronted all our enemies .
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