Ramas de Noviembre
Damián Antón-Ojeda
Branches wither like a shrilling voice in despair
The cold November nights
Distant sounds from cold winds
They echo so beautifully within my heart….... I cry...
Nightfall holds my crying soul through wanderings
Emptiness and sadness
Loneliness
Alone, like November branches
“I will always wait for you
I cut like branches
For you
In a November perfection
Kiss me…."
