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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…
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Oh! Nature And I.
Nature, my friend in solitude, My love in loneliness, Never forsakes our companionship, Always kind, Always there, Always warm, Always true. Its enduring love envelopes my very…
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…
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…
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In some flower that holds your name | Poetry [EN/ES]
I built a whale with my ribs. It was the first bone I offered when I kissed you in the dark and we didn't know how to…
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The Wild's Embrace
The mountain wear a crown of mist Where giant nature rest their nest The trees in their majesty dance to the wind And the fountain weave a silver thread In every seed, a forest…
Federico García Lorca. Caótica belleza // Federico García Lorca. Chaotic beauty
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Who's your YELLOW friend
Hi freewriters,* She was my yellow person, i miss her a lot. Hello everyone, it's Abeegail again, i wrote another poem today. Who is a yellow friend? I found out today that a…
Aging
The tickling of time a dreadful foe The mirror plays a slow, persistent game The field watches her green turns gray The skin welcome her new found mate The face is familiar, yet…
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