Hola mis amigos!
Dewdrops decorate the dying grass
It's wasted life renewed.
They drip from countless trees above
Their life force running through.
But before that they dance round the heavens
With all the grave bound souls.
My mother did they meet up there
I would really like to know.
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PuisiThis is a collection of poems that I have written. I will try to update every week. I don't usually write much so please don't hate on me... These words reflect on times in my life that are not necessarily pleasant but that might not always be th...
