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angústia contemplação momentosbons poesia

Tudo pode ser poesia, desde o cantar de um passarinho, até o verme que cavouca o chão, então por que não poetizar a vida? Deixa-la mais leve ou pesada, triste ou feliz, ou simplesmente poética?All Rights Reserved

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Inspiration sources at random times From dawn to dusk My mind whirls with thoughts Ideas embedded onto paper and screens Memories captured within words As time progresses So does my talent Words form into poesies Poesies form into poetry And poetry fuels my flickering light These are My Poems If you want more poetry, I started another book called "My Words". Don't forget to vote! Thank you :) -SteveHenryHarold

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