p ensamientos maltratados
derrumbados
but mixed and loaded
graciously
of this windy morning
as velvety petals.
OH ... if only time
granted time
to talk
If only life hear
what we mean ...
But he is keen
p ou just pressing, running
c sa crazy carousel
... And us girls up as losses ... stunned
... slipping fast as silica hourglass ...
... And is deaf life that ignores
echo the heartfelt voices
And so I write my inability to heaven
and cry at the same time all the rage
leaving the chest
that cuts the soul
and breaks the wings to fly to you
to relieve pain.
OH ! ... How I would like to be alone
to color
your skin candida
... O be the force
to straighten that curve back
... brilliant starry sky and wink
about your dream
But am Sun
... star nor
and even strength.
Only I can write ... Yes!
loving pats
fragrant petals painted with
entrusting the wind
with my smile for you ...
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