
Dreaming
Looking at the sky
I start dreaming,
my face shows happiness
with a broad smile.
I see a lot of angels
playing around the moon,
the stars greet me
with their shiny hands.
I feel great pleasure
in this marvellous place,
the perfume arrives
with the gentle breeze.
The magic gets near
my amazed look
and the verses of a poem
come to my mind.
The beauty of the night
is good for my soul,
my cherished memories
appear in my life.
María Griselda García Cuerva.
Un bonito poema lleno de optimismo y de paz.
ResponderEliminarGraciela
Muchas gracias por tus comentarios, Graciela.
ResponderEliminarGriselda
Beautiful! I can smell the perfume when I read the poem.
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Many thanks for visiting my blog, Ana.
ResponderEliminarGriselda
Beautiful images in this poem!
ResponderEliminarMark
Thank you, Mark.
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