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￭ The Angel in the Window
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2016-02-20 | |
I never cried for sadness
I cried for the indifference of those full of themselves,
people with the illusion of getting used to
enjoying only to themselves.
I wanted to change,
like a bird arrived from other provinces
the chirping sounds and beautiful colorful wings,
I made it,
nobody has noticed the change
and I stayed hidden in words.
Someone caressed me with eyes,
that had blossomed roses hands
thoughts havenít met them anymore,
when I cleared the dreams way.
I didnít feel like
holding the love in my hands
nor the fire on my lips.
I donít see the flame that burns my heart,
proud and dazzling bird,
I wonít forget it
until my flesh flourishes
at the windows moon nights.
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