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Cesar Botetano Feb 2020
Suddenly all the past was here again
magically revealed by the pale coolness of her face


Inscrutable signs
the subtle language of the Gods
Down here the trees blossom
Cesar Botetano Feb 2020
Raindrops
color sparks
dancing on the asphalt


Going down to Tarma
dark clouds in the horizon
scent of lilies


Dawn
Enters like a shy maiden through the window
and reclines in my bed

— The End —