Every noon I wait for her
In scorching sun or shivering cold
I wait for her to cross the street
Ready to bear cold or heat
Then I hear her lovely feets
And my heart starts to beat
I stare at her glittering eyes
Filled with happiness, cheer and joy
Like a wave she walks away
And I wait for the next day
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Panorama
PoesíaPoetry is emotion finding refuge in the shades of words. Most of the time it is the darkest sorrows and sometimes it is the joyful happiness, but the first is more beautiful. Panorama is an average collection of some of my poems which were nurtured...
