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A Dead Poet Dec 2020
Ay mi amor,
  sangre de mis venas,
     lleno de amor
       por la patria
          las legendes de ridรญculo
              Comida de de los indios
ay mi amor
    lloro por ti,
        por el dia
           que visito los montes
               con su monasterios,
                   de dios. . .
A Dead Poet Dec 2020
Yellow flowers of ๐œ๐ž๐ฆ๐ฉ๐š๐ฌ๐ฎ๐œ๐ก๐ข๐ฅ,
  we mourn and come upon their pupils,
      under the many colors of papal picado,
        endless rainbow of sweet emotion,
                a distant reminder of what past,
                         what is gone,
                               & what is eternal
A Dead Poet Dec 2020
I am sustained in you,
  your words penetrate the darkest caverns of my soul,
        your being is the vertigo of my fantasy,
           I fall at your knees, and drink from your springs,
                your very essence fills me,
                       an endless reminder of my fear,
                                my loss of breath,
                                            for I am sustained in you,
                                                         I hesitate, to let this dream end.
& I know this wanting of belonging,
    is a reflection of me onto you,
        but yet in the silence,
             my soul cries for you!
                    my sweet ๐“ƒ๐’พ๐“‡๐“‹๐’ถ๐“ƒ๐’ถ
A Dead Poet Dec 2020
The world does not stop,
    from the trees,
          to the birds,
            always ๐“‚๐Ÿต๐“‹๐’พ๐“ƒ๐‘”,
               and I towards my tomb.
A Dead Poet Dec 2020
We are a flame,
   with age we grow,
        brighter,
           stronger,
             more ardent than the stars above,
                with age we die
                    to illuminate the next life.
A Dead Poet Dec 2020
I cried and cried,
   & the bird sang to me,
I cried and cried
   & the sun dripped his warm nectar onto me
I cried and cried
   & the moon with its endless reminder of beauty mocked me
So I dried my eyes,
  & laid in a quilt of grass
      in earthen sheets
         I went to sleep and forget,
              until I cry ๐’ถ๐‘”๐’ถ๐’พ๐“ƒ.
A Dead Poet Dec 2020
Life is a chasm of dark solitude,
   my dear eternal love,
        I wish with my all heart,
            to close my eyes,
                 and meet in a sweet embrace.
                       for this pain is unforgettable,
                             I lose myself to a sea of my emotions,
                                               I drown in tears and sorrow,
Yet life is cruel,
    when I lose my breath,
       it pulls me up in a state of melancholy,
          I mourn, I mourn, and mourn
            in this punishment of damnation
               to live in solitude, longing for death
                       a death which does not come
                            so we can love once more.
                                my dear ๐‘’๐“‰๐‘’๐“‡๐“ƒ๐’ถ๐“ ๐“๐Ÿ’ฎ๐“‹๐‘’
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