A record spins
On its little table
Playing old songs
Long forgotten
The record spins in a circle
Round and round it goes
Playing tunes of the old days
Far in the past
The record spins
And nobody is there to hear it
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PoesíaSome short poems that are written mostly in my head in bed and then written down here. In most of the poems, I try to capture (photograph) emotions in words... Enjoy!
