There are people traveling
in the rain,
jumping from drop to drop,
pirouetting across the mist.
There come all of them
escaping Heaven for Earth,
climbing back,
and returning .
They are not coming to cleanse you.
They are not coming to save you.
They are just here to dance,
and only you can rescue
you.
No domino el idioma como para "inteligir" un poema... pero lo leìdo me dominò a mí... Hermoso.
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Lo traeré hoy. Gracias.
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