lunes, 6 de marzo de 2017
Adjustments Without End
Columns that tremble,
the roof is falling after yesterday's words,
open windows and a door that has never been closed
but the foundations, who knows how long they've been there,
construction that will never end,
dreams that are built without end
and they begin to be realized, a house on the hill,
without rolling downwards, trying to touch
the smile of your face with its finished porch;
Some day it will happen,
hope in each room, and in this living room
we save the strength of each rejection and the views
of sunrise on our field.
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