A dancer
floats on the floor. . .
A mermaid
fly over the sea . .
What is the flower?
The paper flower
It is a postal undoing. . .
The true flower
is scattered to the wind
like an old song. . .
After your voice
Our souls
They do not need to hear anything. . .
Companions Detained, Missing
Present!
Lía Olga Herrera Soto
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