How vain
It is
The human soul
That wanders
In a desert of emotions
Walking in the garden of life
Eye sighting between dead trees
Looking for water
To soothe the thirst
Of the senses...
How vain
To try to soothe the pain
With an endless drink
That never fullfill
The real needs
Of the soul...
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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