Skin
Wrinkled and delicate
Devoted, free
Ripened fine by age
Hands
So alike mine
Shaped my past
Mouldering tomorrow
Lips
Silent, full of words
Cracked, frayed
Fading away
Feet
Walked beyond today
Bursting with time gone
Wanton of rest, eager to go on
Crooked smile
Labored breath
Pale skin
Dislocated teeth
I
Wandering sight
Caressing thumb
Forlorn…
Autora:
Covadonga Paneda
Subido por:
Marta González García
