Junrey Oropeza Poems

He looks holy with his cassock,
Waiting his companion to come;
With an enthusiasm to mock,
Wearing the cassock like a dove;
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Sitting behind the bars;
With a lavish decoration of stars.
It has been a refuge throughout the days.
Staring the cottage along the coasts;
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To sit beside him, make me fond;
And whose voices when sleeping like thunder sound.
His head as a bulb not give too bright;
To hit the sense of human sight.
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