A Good and Beautiful Witch,
I could write the saddest verses tonight,
just like the poet did.
But it’s not my style.
Or sit and watch the star that illuminates your eyes,
and wait for it to descend and become the sun.
But I would end up getting burned.
Or maybe, I could close my eyes,
spread my wings, and take flight,
far away, very far away.
But I have no strength left.
I can only look. Just look and nothing more.
With no intention whatsoever for you.
With a sad and moist gaze, but full of happiness.
Because I always knew without knowing that I knew,
that you will always be my present gift.
© 2025 Roberto Arévalo López
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