miércoles, 20 de diciembre de 2023

#29. CHRYSANTHEMUM

 

Chris Candidovsky

In the thick darkness, your spirits shrink,

Like a chrysanthemum that withers and makes you weep.

Without a moral astrolabe, your steps are lost in madness.

A shadow rises before you, like a petrified statue,

Your heart beats with fear, seized by a sudden memory.

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