The saddest plight,
That melts the stone,
Behind my melody,
Who can hear that moan
The tears that shines on my face,
Like a smile
And who understands the pain
When been beguiled.
Life has ups-and-downs
But why am I destined
With the saddest, aching crowns
What happens when a heart breaks
Beware before you break a heart
To recover what effort it takes,
There is no end
There is no start.
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Poetries: the Beauty of language
PoesíaThe best way to show my emotions and bring forward what I think is through poetry, where I can walk on water, where I can sit on Sun, where I can chat with moon, where I can imagine and do things my way. I hope you enjoy the trip to my personal wor...
