Sometimes you cross the path
With true Angels...
The ones that pick you from the floor
And help you stand up
And clean the dust from your knees
And let you cry in their shoulders
And pray with you
For you. They were by my side tonight. Sometimes they disguise
Themselves as friends. But I know better.
Bilingual Blog about poetry, short stories and some random pondering about life, culture and love as I understand it.
Monday, December 10, 2018
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