I'll leave you the verse
that I have never been able to write
The one who makes the rose bloom in the poem
The verse without why
lost in the labyrinth of Borges
The one who refuses to leave
behind an unattainable shape
The impossible verse
that stayed forever
disrupting insinuations
to continue existing
The one that you've never read
but you recite it with me
when my lethargy is devastation
unpronounceable
The persecuted verse
for incapable words
to translate the nuances of your breath
I leave you here
the verse that you look at me
with all the senses
looking in the codes
of the soul where it lives
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Image from Pixabay
