The chosen paint is bright as white
It reminds me when I flew a kite
Then the cloud-like are sky as blue
And my body was painted as red as a cue
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Timely sea waves
PoesíaI, needed an outlet to reduce some storage of my thoughts. They are raw and ugly. Compilation of random poems.
A bone in the casket
The chosen paint is bright as white
It reminds me when I flew a kite
Then the cloud-like are sky as blue
And my body was painted as red as a cue
