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La inquietud del rosal

El rosal en su inquieto modo de florecer

va quemando la savia que alimenta su ser.

¡Fijaos en las rosas que caen del rosal:

Tantas son que la planta morirá de este mal!

El rosal no es adulto y su vida impaciente

se consume al dar flores precipitadamente.

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Alfonsina Storni
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