Emilia Rivera rio Poems

A lone forlorn land,
With quietude and stillness
A violin shall stand
And stir the veil gossamers,
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Wrapped in blankets, lies a child,
soul and mind yet very mild,
taken to a land seen by few,
where shine the wishes in night's dew.
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Old times with valleys full of flowers,
where the winds stirs the trees,
bringing a melody to our ears.
Next to a glistening lake,
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By the window she saw him stand,
white skin by the moonlight pale as sand,
don't let the lady work her wiles,
come child, and rest awhile.
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