Sometimes, I just can help it
To say what I don't want to admit
Why can't I do better?
At the things that didn't matter?
I kept trying over and over
But I am no rover
And I can't accept the fact
That there are some things I can't extract
No, I cannot reach them
The birds that fly in tandem
Flying gracefully in the sky
With the wings I can't defy
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Fall
PoesíaAlternative title: Autumn Melancholic thoughts, twisted dimensions, and fallen colors Summer, Autumn, Winter, and Spring. This story tells about memories in autumn. As a season changes, there comes another one. The contents of this book are purely p...
