I had centuries underestimating the wounded of time.
They are still at war
with spears and swords shining in the museums
So dosiles hands, so fierce thought,
nothing is the same when the minutes ask for the mercy of the neighbor
And there is when the flowers smell of tenderness
the tears of the heart are like pieces of glass scattered in the snow,
When the sun goes down, its glint is reflected, in the river and in the sea.
This post contained some typos in its mentions that have been corrected in less than a day. Thank you for your quick edit !
If you found this comment useful, consider upvoting it to help keep this bot running. You can see a list of all available commands by replying with
!help.https://whaleshares.io/@yeniluque ;)
Congratulations @yenireeluque! You have completed the following achievement on the Steem blockchain and have been rewarded with new badge(s) :
Click here to view your Board of Honor
If you no longer want to receive notifications, reply to this comment with the word
STOPDo not miss the last post from @steemitboard: