The fly and the shroud

The fly and the shroud


In pure marble she lay down softly
putting his pale hands between the shroud
it made a radiant lush glow around the rose
luminous and delicate, which hidden, shone brighter
that the light under the embroidered lace
silence came to meet the fly
which surrounded her all the time and in that intense and clear light
floated, but slowly faded
when it disappears entirely, the radiant glow there
he said good-bye, and the fly with the dazzled vision,
underneath the embroidered lace, landing on the rose unbuttoned
desperate, tried to find that light, which had suddenly dispersed
convinced that she had lost her, she began to cry
dropping a checkered tear and in the posthumous symphony announced there, the little fly then smiled, seeing the flames of the rows of sails
and thus, lying to the perfume of the beautiful rose
both fell asleep.


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