Field of many flowers

Field of many flowers

The morning sun cast it ray across the field Swept by the cool breeze that travels at dawn They dance to the song of the wind And sing in rhymes as they wave their pony hair The…

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Gratitude

Gratitude

At the height of my strength Were weaknesses that left we vulnerable A mighty tree chopped down to nothing Like a weathered leaf I lied helpless When all hope was loss and my…

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Poema IV/Poem IV(ESP-ENG)

Poema IV/Poem IV(ESP-ENG)

El agua quebrantada sobre los pies tiene un espasmo. Su dolor no le permite ser feliz, se arrastra y nos arrastra por la superficie de las piedras, despalabra la voz, diseca la…

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