These Hands are empty
They gave so much
They grow tired of giving
Now they rest quietly
Waiting to write a new chapter
In this crazy story of my life
But for now, they are empty!
Bilingual Blog about poetry, short stories and some random pondering about life, culture and love as I understand it.
Tuesday, May 12, 2020
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Do you see His work?
When you look around And smile at the beauty of a bright sunny sky When you hear birds singing on the trees Or tiny butterflies Working...
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To the music...the sensous rythm...the words wrotten by an excentric poet...it brings so many memories...of family reunions...special times ...
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Listen to the silence That speaks about the goodbye That we never said... Listen to the footsteps That sneak into our souls And scare t...
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Listen, just listen to the hours They are trying to tell you something...
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