MARTA FOR MY BEAUTIFUL ......
IN THAT PERSECUTION OF DREAMS, THAT WAS
staring Smiley,
TORRENT OF WORDS THAT
sheltered from the torrential THAT THE FIRE FOR THAT CHORD Bewitched
SOUND,
closed my eyes,
E INVADED BY THE FEELING OF POWER FAILURE,
IN MY RESTLESS HEART, A TINITINEO
endlessly cruises through my melancholy, Silver
HEAR THE WIND IN POETRY
surrounds me,
REALLY SUFFER,
NO MORE GOD, THAT
A SIGH OF LOVE,
In the vastness around me,
LEFT FRAMED silence and wait,
PLUS A SPECIAL JOY COME TO MY SOUL, THE PICK ME
hand and led me sideways,
FOR A PICTURE, Haven of Peace
FOUND, MAY
SUNFLOWERS,
COLOR PURPLE FLOWERS,
IS OLD, THE SOUND OF THE SEA
,
YOUR NOSE AND ME ARE STILL LOOKING,
THE AROMA of freshly cut grass,
SUPPORT OF WORDS well bonded,
LIGHT THE WAY WHEN STEP IS CANDIL
DORADO ,
FEEL THAT SO FAR TRITEZA MIA, NO LONGER
raced through my RETINA, these tears
SALT OF MELANCHOLY,
JUST FOR ONE DAY, SORRY
dispel my comings and goings, the sun is
BIRTH OF
MY CRIES AND HAPPINESS,
WHO ALWAYS BE SERIOUS ..... MARIA DEDICATED THIS POEM TO MY BEAUTIFUL QUEEN MARTA DO NOT GIVE UP ON A HEART OF A POET I AM VERY NEAR HERE ......
A ROSE OF FRIENDSHIP ...
The light that shines your way ...
AND A WARM .....
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