Saturday
lights,
shading
night as a mirage,
a distant
song
a
whispering wind,
twirling in
my ear.
Saturday
dusk,
fading
memories as they come,
a heartfelt
sound,
a place so
dear,
vanishing
in my mind.
Saturday
melancholy,
sudden
unexpected blues,
a rictus, a
shadow,
a shivering
sense,
beneath the
joyful smile.
Saturday
writing its own gloomy text,
Saturday
chanting its own moody song,
sadly
glittery,
sparkling
and glum.
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(copyright Isis Estrada, Poemas Fugitivos 2018)
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