The sky is clear,
It sheds no tear.
The moon is bright ,
The birds sleep tight.
The world is at peace,
But I am in search of that missing piece.
The roads are lonely,
The bikes keep scooting past me,
The trees are dangling,
And the bright sunlight shines on the screen.
The posters lost their colour.
No matter how much I search for it
I cannot find the missing piece.
The dry winds wind me up.
The small mountains call me a lot.
I hear her whispers,
Her agony, her pains.
But I have lost the missing piece.
My glasses are worn out.
Everything is blurred.
My heart lies in her grave.
She smiled eons ago.
When she had that missing piece.
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PoesíaPAINS AND PANGS . EVERY MOMENT WE ANTICIPATE OUR LIFE WILL LEAD US TO ANOTHER PAIN. THE PRESSURE OF THIS WORLD SEEMS TO HEAVY TO BE ENDURED. BUT WE DO. LIFE SOMETIMES BECOME DEPRESSING AND FRUSTRATING.THIS WORLD DESPITE BEING DEPRESSING IS STILL KIN...
