Smells like a moon
Dressed up
For the sun...but
He never shows up
He goes around
Playing with clouds
While the moon dances
With the stars
Waiting for him
Every night...
It is not mean to be
She guess...
Bilingual Blog about poetry, short stories and some random pondering about life, culture and love as I understand it.
Friday, January 24, 2020
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Our Stories
We are build up of little stories, experiences that all together craft and make sense of our lives. Like a fragile spiderweb, we work on it...
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Flowers to celebrate me To brighten my heart with the colors of life! April flowers for a flower...
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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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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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