photo (Kensington palace, London) & poem © Jesús Montero
No bars has your prison.
No gates.
No chains.
No windows.
No stars has your nightfall.
No tail.
No dust.
No twinkle.
Nor does your smile have a reason.
No punch line.
No root.
No Pierrot.
Nor has your Juliette met her Romeo.
On your door, there’s no mistletoe.
Your horizon has no Cicerone.
No roadmap.
No compass.
No beacon.
For, no bars has your prison.
No gates.
No chains.
No windows.
photo (Kensington palace, London) & poem © Jesús Montero
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