Poems
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Fragments of myself, Forgotten essence of yesterday. Curiosity sealed imagination. Hidden Timeless connection. Elusive faded dreams, Whispers of innocence. Eternal, isolated nature. Dusty passage reaches sanctuary, Time vault flourishes wisdom. Supportive healing changes direction, Preserved twilight, dawn of connection. Talking harmony, renewal of thoughts, Meaningful memories, nostalgia evolved. Frozen present, remnant of growth. Future arrival,
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Souls defined by change meet again in paradise, Flawed, lonely wind sails inside empty, open wounds. Fragile spring, early sacrifice, Bent skies hold shadows. Another sound, an empty vessel, A clueless face, a broken rebel, A wasted voice, a choice of words, Sand like honey in layers of cake. Sweet bite, sour aftertaste, Lips that
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Soundless silence, Effervescent nightmares. Crystal clear illusions of visions of unrest, Tension feeling the unison of love that won’t forget. Simple-minded features of open walls’ regret, Blades of grass dancing with the wind, Slow breath of life that wakes me up within. Chemicals mixed, creating memories, Minutes crafted by meditating centuries. Motion stops moving frequently,
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Poetry in motion is just a potion, A notion of love without emotion, An explosion of words that cause erosion. So many parts of me, they turn to symphonies, Abilities that I never dreamed to have. Half of my memories were lost, Never to be found. Sold heaven for a pound, Now I can go
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In quiet corners where time stands still, A sanctuary whispers through shadows. Dreams once vibrant, now softly glow, A child’s laughter, in twilight’s hold. A bike ride through the campo green, Under starry skies, where hopes convene. Grandparents’ home, a haven pure, Joyful echoes, hearts secure. Family ties that slowly frayed, As loved ones sought
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Beauty eludes me; it seduces and entices me. I am in constant search of it — Sometimes so much that it becomes an obsession. What direction, based on misdirection, Should my thoughts reach? Conclusion: the enemy of the solution. By standard deduction, Beauty becomes poetry in motion. A devotion of the highest calling, Like the moon
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Frozen, waiting for the heat, Beating heart guards souvenirs. Simple-minded addictions, A judge waiting for conviction. Through the looking glass, Passing through, looking, In the mirror reflected On the surface of the water. Giant walls but thin — One knock and they break. Certain mysteries abound, A mountain of sound. Attentive stranger Walks in, Awake in
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Durante más de un año, he trabajado en este libro. Lo que comenzó como inspiraciones en febrero de 2023, hoy, en julio de 2024, se ha convertido en una realidad. Aquí les presento mi bebé de palabras.
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En el año de los susurros de despedida y la renuente liberación, A lo largo de las orillas de la memoria, bajo una serena vigilia lunar, Lancé mis sueños al mar tranquilo, cual satélites errantes, Envueltos en la luz más suave del día, en una silenciosa odisea. El niño de verano danzó entre hojas de
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La vida, un océano de almas, lleva lágrimas como emblemas—lecciones aprendidas del paraíso perdido. Señales dulces se ocultan en sombras, luchando por el contento. Los sonidos se superponen, dependientes de la renovación de la primavera. En medio de la noche, las acciones se vuelven frías e indiferentes. En el templo, estamos demasiado cansados para absorber
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