From one side to another running they go,
and with their friends playing they are.
The wind blows them from head to foot,
but fighting they come out of the storm.
Hard as stone, cold as ice.
As bright as the stars,
but also imperfect.
The wind that bothers so much,
is just looking for presence.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Poesias
PoesíaAcá dejo unas de mis poesías. Espero les guste Here I leave some of my poetry. Hope you like it. Voy a dejar las poesías en español e ingles. Así todos los pueden entender I will leave the poetry in spanish and english. That way everyone can underst...
