I dip my pen into your eyesAnd pour the poem onto paper,Without even realizing it myselfI turn your portrait into a work of art...I think, have I made a masterpiece!?
FB reads and laughs at me,But no one knows the secret,I want to post the photo todayI simply used the verse as a pretext,To give them two eyes that smile at the world....
- the word mother - I take my journeys into exile You hurriedly give a kiss, And along with it a blessing: “Fly, my son, on light wings!” This sweet kiss…
A breeze blows, and shakes the leaf, / Rocks a wave across the sea.
You will not say thank you to me, Just as you do not say thank you to your heartbeats That carve the face of my life. But I will say to you…
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