She seats at the top
Of a mountain
Wounded by thousand
Of wars
And yet she is ready
Strong as ever
Ready to fight
The arrows of lies
The deceiving words
That breaks her heart
Every single time
She still stands
A believer of love
And happiness
She holds her sword
With pride
Because she knows
It is not a lost cause
And she will win the
Final battle!
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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