Hello mr.snowman why do you feel so cold, it's like the root of my life my heart was stole. Open and please be empty, I poured out like a cup my soul was empty. Inside you was ring that could tell everything just a reminder in my mind to why I love to sing. These things that separate us are the people that come close to us the things that are between us this hatred that it feeds us. Mr.Snowman why must I melt, wasn't it coldness in my heart that I felt, now it feels like the heat is within me, love is my end piece. cold hearted in the beginning.
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"When Life Gives You Apples"
PoesíaIt's a poem book full of situations that a boy could be put in, some exciting, some dissapointing...but when life gives you apples, what do you do?
