Red lily is your mouth.
Wait with hope for the new moon.
In honeysuckle bonfire
we see the stars fall down.
Fantastic hearts,
turned into a path,
they get tangled up in a sigh.
When full battle breaks loose
between the sun and the sea,
between the earth
Who will
remember my Love
when I leave?
Who will remember your Voice
when the sky frosts?
Lía
Olga Herrera Soto
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