MARIO MEDINA

SAND SILHOUETTES​

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In an endless solitude,

Embraced by rocks

Adorned with memories,

My weariness dozes

As I watch,

At the edge of the abyss,

A shared horizon

Of distant caves

That shelter whoever deciphers

Their hidden paths,

Carpeted

With colors

The wind lays down

As it gently caresses

Mesquites, paloblancos,

Torotes, and palm trees

That shape the landscape

From the ground

To the ridges,

While a solitary vulture,

Rising in circles to the sky,

Motionless, silvery, silent,

Carries on its wings

My essence,

My spirit,

My soul.

 

 

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