We dream with wands and brooms,
objects that turn over our heads,
flashes of light in our layers
and possibilities loaded with nobility.
However, I lost the charm of my eyes
when above the clouds of heaven
I could imagine three witches dancing
to the sound of my cry to escape from reality.
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La Poesía es la gran esperanza humanizadora querido @lord-faustus ! Gracias. Siguiéndote, votando y re-compartiendo tus posts!
Creo que mejor no lo podías haber dicho. Muchas gracias @organicfilms!!!
Lo justo es justo! Gracias a Ud. caballero!