So much to love
so much to care
so much to caress.
Angels fly
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20 years of blind following,
in the name of trust, love and serenity.
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Sand and sand dunes of sadness.
What worth do they have?
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Only one hand of an angel intact if
of his love for himself,
could give me the concavity of his palm,
because I pour out my complaint.
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Mother, cant you hear me cry?
I am screaming pain but you don’t hear, why?
Oh father, don’t you see these scars?
I am spreading my arms but you’re always far.
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With the dying sun and moon, starts the process of shadow sea.
He who bears will witness, his body laid in heavy stone grave.
Behind the veil of sound, earth wept, summer's light disappear.
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