People,people like me.
We yearn for love in creaks.
With yearning eyes we look at moments,at sunsets,at morning,at love between people.
With every step,we are afraid.
We love love and afraid.
Would love will come to us?
Would he knock our doors?
With hope of it,we love by,
Cause some people are only served in plates of hope.
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blac(n)k cosmos
Poesíaworld i could not tell, my dear. I'll tell the world.We are made of star dust,you and i, you and the universe.Let me resonate with you.
