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So many things we imagine,
If though of,Compassionately, with love,We never tire of.
How much better
If instead of being mean,Most of us were in love,With PoetryImagine us, all of us,Creating, peacefully,A loving, fraternityNot just for a dayBut for all of our days,United,In poetic fantasy.
El Tiempo pasa,
Nada queda,Ni la verdad,La ultima voz,Todo terminaEn un triste adios.NothingTime passes,Life goes by,Nothing remains,Not even truth,The last voice,‘Goodbye’is the proof.
To get to the essence
How many moon crescentsHave to pass by, be lostHow many Seas, Crossed?Love is not easy,To the sky it may ascend,But as it tries to go higherMay also be irreparably,Hurt and Lost,Like a delicate flower,Love, if continuallyTested and harassed,Will make you loseThe One,You love the most.
Words like daggers,
When unfairly used,Nothing really can repair,Sentiments, abused!
Delight of delights,
Writing Poetry,Even if not the best,Your soul is at rest,And your mind fancy free,Love reaching Poetry,That is what you areAnd will forever be.