Tu Esencia
Aquel sinsonte-
que se posaba
en el balcon,
apenas trina.
Al no escuchar
tú voz sutil-
cantando
sin sesar.
Y esos rosales
que ayer regabas
con delirio,
hoy se marchitan.
Pues ya de ti, no queda-
ni la fragancia
de tu esencia-
en nuestro hogar.
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