martes, 21 de julio de 2015

tired of confessions

tired of confessions
old priest father Paul
takes some dried leaves
and with great effort
climbs one hundred stairs
to get to the top,
after arriving
he let the leaves  go
watching as they   fall,
continuing the joy
he slides  down  the balustrade
enjoying  like a boy



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