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In the figuration of your body | Poetry [EN/ES]
I Saxophone, blues, bite, deluge, eyes the color of night. Jazz, pretexts. II Drinking lemonade in the…
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Beauty turned beast
Dressed in adore of beauty Mascara and pedicure treated on the soft skin Veiled on the outside with covering of deceit But on the inside is a beast on roam While the world see…
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Sunflowers on the road | Poetry [EN/ES]
I One migrates like the bison, freedom, illusion. Calm life, crisis, resistance. Sunflowers, bursts along the way.…
Wanderer
The compass spins in a frantic dance Round it goes through the cardinals As the knights watch in patience Waiting to tell the horse where next to go. The ink is dry, the lines…
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Petals and wings on the skin | Poetry [EN/ES]
Your scent, the paper boat for your child, sunflowers in the cemetery where the final step of the journey transformed into wheels, petals…
So, What's your Greatest Fear
Hi, freewriters, It's Abeegail again, i wrote a poem today, we usually say we are afraid of the dark, spiders or heights but truly what are we really afraid of…
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Perpetuity | Poetry [EN/ES]
I A blow to the face, dragonflies on the precipice, swallows, reefs and a woman dressed as a butterfly. Blank canvas. II I kissed reefs…
It keeps getting better
It looks like failure at the start Everything seems to pause just before it stands Before the mirror stands a mouse But it's not what you see but what you believe The road is…
PERHAPS..............
Heyyy, @freewriters It's me again, Abeegail, I'm back with another poem. Sometimes life can feel too much and perhaps the day gets better and in the dark we'll finally find…
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