After dark winter
love returns to our hearts,
and coldest time of year
truncated in the most beautiful,
one in which you and I
return to each other for
, in a game looks,
lie to say that we
been separated for a long time,
For verily I say,
yearning for your presence
made you close to me life
and gave kisses to the moon and
was yours before she
the felt.
But that will be tomorrow,
after dark winter.
Today ...
you let me keep dreaming.
(c) Isidro R. Ayestarán
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