Fairies weave dreams, with the color of dawn,
with nostalgia and yearning, they spin without any shame,
without even stopping, until they catch up with you,
the experience that is enjoyed, at the peak of pleasure.
That kiss that you don't forget, that perfect caress,
that touch of the lips, do not hesitate for a second,
From me, with love, the fairies have left it to you,
My name is hidden in that scarlet color.
Nostalgia remains printed, marked on your sleeping skin
almost as hypnotized, the love, already returns, with only
a chimera: love, that you leave me here, with the dream
of the poem and the kiss that nostalgia has already dressed as fantasy.
Andrea Saldaña Rivera.https://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Andrea_Salda%C3%B1a
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