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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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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