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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.
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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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