A ver,

Estar sola con el sol

En medio del cielo

A mirar el cambio

Entre luz y luna

Susurros de sombra.

Pues, se cae la noche,

Al fin, oscuridad.

By JB Morris- Poems, Prose, and Possibilities- mostly about life, sometimes about God, with brief interludes concerning shoe addiction.

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