Jacqueline Trevejo Rubio Poems

The beauty
of the snows subtlety
The way they drift,
quite delicately
...

She, is the most beautiful creature I have ever seen
She, is like a dream
Her lips are subtle like the petals of the reddest roses
Her eyes are round and wide, she is awake, she is alive
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My heart doesn't belong to me
My heart belongs to another
Without them knowing
That my heart lies
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I don't know what to write,
Except
My discontent about life
...