Foto: María Griselda García Cuerva
Dreaming
Looking at a big cloud
I started dreaming,
great feelings of pleasure
made me enjoy life.
I had visual images of people
who were no longer on earth,
they smiled at me,
their faces were full of light.
I was a little child
running in a flowery garden,
my parents watched me
with looks of joy.
Grandma arrived at the place
bringing cakes on a tray,
I prepared myself
for delicious food.
I didn't want to come back
to my real world
I longed for the chance
to go on being a kid.
María Griselda García Cuerva
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How nice is dream, Maria! I like your poem, you remember beautiful moments in your life.
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Beatriz
Dreaming helps us to be happy, I like memories of your childhood in this poem.
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Sara
Thanks, Beatriz and Sara.
ResponderEliminarMuy Bonito Griselda Enhorabuena ;)
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