Sometimes is wise sometimes is not.
It doesn't matter. Is mostly mine.
And God's. He made it soft and red, and full of love.
This Old Heart will beat one day at a time,
until the end.
©Gloria
Bilingual Blog about poetry, short stories and some random pondering about life, culture and love as I understand it.
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