segunda-feira, 21 de setembro de 2020

"
your laughter 
comes to renew
is a medicine for me
is a rhythm
the ice comes 
 for congeal the flowers 
the clouds if conjoin in the forest 
he is a angel fair in the  entry from forest 
the envy 
in the to look 
 from angel 
 the  bird comes
 to give flowers  
for the forest 
my heart 
my poem
my keepsake 
the pain
the peace 
I know is a 
gift for me 
we look 
the birds
in the outfield 
the angel 
our day of sun 
our day 
from flowers 
the path from ounce
the to be able 
in the heart  from angel  
I am  a  poetess 
I am  a  poet 
because is day flowers 
because is day of sun 
the bee and the  pollen 





your laughter 
comes to renew
is a medicine for me
is a rhythm
the ice comes 
 for congeal the flowers 
the clouds if conjoin in the forest 
he is a angel fair in the  entry from forest 
the envy 
in the to look 
 from angel 
 the  bird comes
 to give flowers  
for the forest 
my heart 
my poem
my keepsake 
the pain
the peace 
I know is a 
gift for me 
we look 
the birds
in the outfield 
the angel 
our day of sun 
our day 
from flowers 
the path from ounce
the to be able 
in the heart  from angel  
I am  a  poetess 
I am  a  poet 
because is day flowers 
because is day of sun 
the bee and the  pollen 




"
your laughter 
comes to renew
is a medicine for me
is a rhythm
the ice comes 
 for congeal the flowers 
the clouds if conjoin in the forest 
he is a angel fair in the  entry from forest 
the envy 
in the to look 
 from angel 
 the  bird comes
 to give flowers  
for the forest 
my heart 
my poem
my keepsake 
the pain
the peace 
I know is a 
gift for me 
we look 
the birds
in the outfield 
the angel 
our day of sun 
our day 
from flowers 
the path from ounce
the to be able 
in the heart  from angel  
I am  a  poetess 
I am  a  poet 
because is day flowers 
because is day of sun 
the bee and the  pollen 





your laughter 
comes to renew
is a medicine for me
is a rhythm
the ice comes 
 for congeal the flowers 
the clouds if conjoin in the forest 
he is a angel fair in the  entry from forest 
the envy 
in the to look 
 from angel 
 the  bird comes
 to give flowers  
for the forest 
my heart 
my poem
my keepsake 
the pain
the peace 
I know is a 
gift for me 
we look 
the birds
in the outfield 
the angel 
our day of sun 
our day 
from flowers 
the path from ounce
the to be able 
in the heart  from angel  
I am  a  poetess 
I am  a  poet 
because is day flowers 
because is day of sun 
the bee and the  pollen 




"

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