There is a quietness
A cold stand still
That rocks the mind
The storm is inside
Outside is a piece of ice
That not even
The hotest sun
Can thaw...
The silence is a disease
And it is contagious.
©Gloria
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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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