Aptitude Poem by Samuel Santana
Aptitude
It was the first time I saw her face.
No much people distinguish the cry of the soul.
Look to the sky, today is so beautiful and melancholic.
In the middle of that cloud you can see the face of the destiny.
Never cry and thrown your tears before a yellow flower.
Time is the most wonderful thing of the space.
When the wind sing, be calm and let your heart goes softly its ways.
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9/23/2024 3:29:19 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Wow... such gracious words. Great poem, thanks for sharing.