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Acroverso

Акростих

A los valles transparentes
Nemorosos te ha traido
Numen de la rosa alado,
Abisinia, por caminos

A la vez duros y hermosos.
Jadeante el peregrino
Muestra su pecho desnudo
A la rosa sofocante,
Transida de amor oscuro.
Obnubila así la mente
Venenoso cual engaño,
Atrayente el paraíso.

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