Christian K. Montiel
From all the months in the calendar,
is one that make feel sad and that is march,
when everything suppose to come alive
and the flowers bloom to the blue sky.
God took a flower, a beautiful flower that never
is going to be able to be replace, I guess
god need a special flower in heaven so
he came and pick the most beautiful flower
he never create.
Even that in march everything is happiness
is going to be sadness into my heart
and for everyday and special the last day
is going to be a tear into my face.
So the days and the seasons pass by into
the months but always something is going to be stock
into my soul like a little thorn that is going to hurt me
and make me cry everytime that march comes around
into the year, so for every tear is going to be a day
that I'm not going to forget and that is going to be
the days from march.
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