A pigeon loft orphan
wanted to build a nest of flowers.
looked for the most beautiful in her eagerness
- the pilgrim-
did not know that there are flowers blessed.
saw one that supported the branch dry
peak
victory was a stab in the cane stalk, branch
succumbed between the leaves.
- Why, Paloma, why
-sighs-
broken branch discovered the flower
that kept me upright?
nest in the short-lived cold shivers
violet while the dead branch from tisteza
smiles.
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