This morning
soft autumn cold, I meditate on
Surf contemporary
me sad,
on that familiar drizzle,
about the glory of my memory that retains your rebellious
and my funky look love. I meditate on that
lifetime without time, so universally
avenue
but insignificant for anyone. I meditate on
differentiate whether such purity
was just a dream or was it real ... I meditate on meditate
about your short existence
affecting my current impression.
meditate on this morning in which I came to visit,
in
you are sitting in front of my soul, my essence
against fleeting poetry made for you,
for your love and kindness and your brand
at each step to come.
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Romina Ortega
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