Arcely Talicuad Poems

She's skinny, sweet and not so short;
Walks like a model, wearing those high hilled shoes.
She looks pretty with her not so fair skin;
With her eyes so brown, that smile as she grins.
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Like mother bird on a tree,
That scrupulously cares her newborn baby,
Mother does the same to me;
From the day I was born until today.
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Thousands of days I waited, for my day to be brighter,
Stood up clueless, on when to stop this matter
Days were spent dreaming of you and I, painting together
Picking up stones as we walk though the rocky shore of the river.
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She, a sweet little girl born with translucent eyes.
First sees the light behind the mountains in the South
Friends with no one, but peasants of the field.
Sleeps on a wooden bed with sonatas of the crickets.
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I was sitting at the bench along the road, when I saw you
Arms on your pockets and walked like a hero;
It seemed like time stopped for a moment
While my heartbeats raced, like vehicles on the street.
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