Tu le has devuelto
la tinta a mi pluma
y el papel se alegra
sintiendo las letras
engendrar nuevos poemas...
Se habia secado hace tiempo
la fuente de vida,
la seco un extranjero
que se bebio mis noches
y me dejo vacia...
Que extraño es sentir
las ideas otra vez
inundar el papel
como una fuente corriendo...
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Flowers to celebrate me To brighten my heart with the colors of life! April flowers for a flower... -
I wish that your mornings Be bright, with clear skies That you walk in good paths And that you might have Many reasons to smile I wish that...
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It hurts Sometimes To cut the ties With what you love Because Your own sanity Is at play It hurts Like when a bird Opens the. Cage And flye...
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