Raquel Angel Nagler
Serenity (14) - Poem by Raquel Angel Nagler
Happiness: the play of life
I saw you in the market of happiness.
I said: I want to sell my weekdays.
My 'could', my 'should', my 'would'.
I forgot how to plat.
Give me the coins of a game:
Little pawns. Nothing more.
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