The sunrise made me realize
there is so much I don't understand
not revolving around my head.
There is so much I tend to ignore,
I hope you can see out the window.
Even though your heart can't tell the future,
There's more:
Enough to try.
Enough to stay.
Enough to wait.
JULY 16, 2023
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The Internet is Not Real
PoetryTinged with blue light and red eyes, to the warm of heart. Thirteen months of poetic texts and thirteen illustrations. (También en Español: El Internet NO es Real)
