Cynthia Osta Poems

The days will pass and the thoughts will accompany
How does a flower forget its scent? And how does the color forget the sun rays? Existence is in its existence.
In my thoughts I wander and find you a reality.
I wander I search and land on you
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Here take my hand sit me down, now is your chance
Dont try too hard its not forth a frown, its now that we dance

But I sit and wonder how is time elsewhere
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My poetry speaks for me and my poetry never spoke about you.
Never were you the source nor inspiration of any of my happy, warm or dear experiences.
Never did you spring a fountain of sweet emotions.
Never did you appear in the picturesque side of my love.
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I believe in magic i do
I believe love can be pure and innocent like early summer morning rays
I believe we live to live love.. and share it
I believe we are all sons and daughters of the sun
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