Poemas
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Poesia também é uma forma de demostrar amor e uma verdadeira forma de adoração à Deus
Sou cristã e casada, alguns dos meus poemas falam sobre espera, visto que foram escritos há alguns anos.
Todos os poemas/poesia escritas aqui, são de minha autoria, qualquer forma de reprodução ou de compartilhamento deve conter os devidos créditos
Desde já agradeço!!!
Denise Costa Beliato Gomes
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