fico espiritu Poems

Harsh word is an arrow which in the quiver should remain
Not to be drawn aimed at someone in the bow of revenge
For once unleashed and out of hand it cannot be regained
Whether it be a friend or foe a target it will find
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My every thought of you adds to the mountain high
Pile of sad memories of love for you have I
Each time I think of you, fall the drops of my tears
That flow like a river to my ocean of pains
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You were always with me whether it's thick or thin
You always filled my shoes in comfort and in vain
And Wherever I go, you are where I would be
You're not only a friend, you are a part of me
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In the morning of my life, I did not measure time
It was ample, there's enough, eternity seems mine

Then noon time came, it still abounds, comes in a steady pace
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How is life's worth to be measured?

Is it by ounces or bars of gold?
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