For awaking on me
My ability to write
To put the tears in the paper
In organized thoughts...
Thank you for helping me
Build better walls
Where sadness and pain
Are not welcomed...
I am rebuilding now
A place of safety...
But thank you thought...
For awaking the poet on me
That was long death...
The poet really thank you.
A Second Chance
365 days we go, Round and around The brighten sun And we end at the exact Same point we were In the past year... But the canvas Is once ag...
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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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son dos ventanas al cielo negro de tu alma...!
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Hence with each cloud that passes by Pass as well my life Playful little white Puffy bright running In a spring like sky...
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