The sunshine
Caressing my hair
The wind
Kissing my skin
The touch
Of the rain
Over my unclothed
Soul
And the sound
Of your awakened heart
Inside my scars...
Bring me your smile
The rose of your lips
And the garden
Planted by your hands!
Bilingual Blog about poetry, short stories and some random pondering about life, culture and love as I understand it.
Tuesday, April 21, 2020
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Life in the backyard -the Mama's nest
Out to the world I went It was a beautiful summer Spring like day My backyard needed some care and, Unlike other days, I was ready to work...

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Yo complain so much But you have your hands. With them you can work And make a living. You can plant roses Or fix a car... Or build a ...
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Demon? Perhaps both. Still. I miss you. I hope you regain Your wings And return to the light Someday.
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That I am in a place of fun And all I do Is thinking of you? So many people around So much fun and yet The world is empty... Because.....
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