El olvido es triste
es una rosa olvidada
en el florero,
marchitada
sin el agua vital
abandonada
en un Rincon
de la casa
sin ojos que la miren
o manos que la cuiden…
El olvido es
como el arbol
que no regresa
despues
de un largo invierno
se quedo dormido,
putrefacto y muerto,
y solo la carcaza
se mantiene erecta
como desafiando a la muerte
El olvido eres tu
caminante que marchas
arrazando contigo
las almas
guerrero adolorido
que no perdonas
ni amas
ni te importa la vida
solo ries y callas
y te vas por el mundo
persiguiendo
suenos
que moriran manana.
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