My last tear... Mi última lágrima...
My last tear ...
My last tear
still pending,
still she is for go out
of my pupils,
that they shine with
an incandescent glow ...
Not that I no suffer,
is that my heart
fears spill
in intense cry
and succumb in the emotion ...
My last tear,
retained, cowed,
grudging in time,
how long make that I carry it
with the flavor of hate
and hopelessness ...
My last tear,
I dedicate it to you,
although did not emerged
of my eyes,
but it will be a final
language of my soul,
toward your heart ...
how many.. poetries dedicated
to this tear.. elusive
that can not express
their pain, their cowardice ...
My last tear,
yet...not emerged,
I have it.. guarded,
and the memory of her distress,
I shattered the soul ...
My last tear,
is for you,
entirely for you,
when she to lean out
take it with your hands
of the soul ...
I dedicate it to you ...
Authorship:Raquel Norma Smerkin Roitman
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