UNA TARDE ROSADA

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                                                             Era una tarde rosada

                                                                cuando el sol se escondía,

                                                                 

                                                                       nubes caprichosas,

                                                                                  ligeras,

                                                                  suavemente se mecían,

                                                              donde las llevara el viento

                                                                   hasta que se perdian.

                                                

                                                                 Una tarde de ternura,

                                                            donde se respiraba alegría.

                          

                                                                     No sentía el tiempo

                                                                            solo la vida,

                                                               que afuera contemplaba,

                                                               que en mi interior sentía.

             

                                                                                                        Guadalupe