The river calls your name

Even now, after storms, after
Storms have covered the path,
Even that the city itself
Drowning in its exuberance
Has forgotten your stay,
And even that the academy
Would not print your page,
But the river, over and over,
Spring after spring, keeps on
Whispering your name
Negrita, Negrita…

©Jean Dany Joachim


 
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