Felipe Maximiliano Chacon

On a night in June

a full moon

I saw it sink

in dense mists in the thicket

of its beauty...

it faded...

So the moon of my loves,

that I lost

in previous days

amid the mists of disenchantment,

whose breakdown

was well deserved.

Burning passion of a thousand dreams,

between disdain,

I saw it sink

but with her, fragile, restless,

a flirt--

it faded! ...


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