Escondida tras las rocas, los ojos miran el mar, su cabello va en el viento como un suspiro al pasar. En su mirada, el pudor tiembla, frágil, sin color, y su tristeza se anida donde nadie ve el dolor.
Poema: “Escondida”, (M. Mendoza, 2025).
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