Under newspapers
that the wind has carried
I find you covered
my love.
Today I want to tell you
how much I feel
not having found warm for you,
but if in the morning you do not find consolation
more than a cruel look of bewilderment,
don't doubt that there is certain,
under the amulet, resentment,
but here on the ground,
where there is no longer a body
of you not forgotten the value...
there is someone who does not forget you.
Poetry and photography
@saulos