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May 2018
The dark night reaches him.

It is seen by defeated eyes.

Another night , filled with a muted implore.

That has not tried to break the silence.

With the sonorous tune of his voice.

Valuing the promise delivered.

but wishing it comes to your eyes

And I recognize, the ink is my own.

He imprints the letters of his inner cry.

In this humble sheet.

I love you!
Translation by Author
Jorge Rangel
Written by
Jorge Rangel  M/USA
(M/USA)   
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