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It's a grey afternoon
but coated in light
with beautiful memories
that caress my soul.
I stare at the sky
and travel in a cloud
where my grandma's voice
is a sweet singing.
I smile with my cousins
on a corner of the courtyard
when particular looks
reveal our secrets.
Around a creeper
we meet a fairy
who promises to take us
to a dreamy paradise.
A thin drizzle falls
soaking the garden
but illusions open
the doors of the sun.
Some rose petals
spread with the wind
and Utopias shine
in our children's game.
María Griselda García Cuerva
It's a grey afternoon
but coated in light
with beautiful memories
that caress my soul.
I stare at the sky
and travel in a cloud
where my grandma's voice
is a sweet singing.
I smile with my cousins
on a corner of the courtyard
when particular looks
reveal our secrets.
Around a creeper
we meet a fairy
who promises to take us
to a dreamy paradise.
A thin drizzle falls
soaking the garden
but illusions open
the doors of the sun.
Some rose petals
spread with the wind
and Utopias shine
in our children's game.
María Griselda García Cuerva
UN FUERTE ABRAZO Y MIS FELICITACIONES POR TU PÁGINA....HASTA SIEMPRE OLGA GASPARINI
ResponderEliminarMuchas gracias por visitar mi blog, Olga.
ResponderEliminarUn beso grande.
Griselda
necesito porfaaaaaa un poema sobre la felicidad en ingles!!!!!!! alguien que me ayude se lo agradeceria
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