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I saw you,
standing there silently,  
but I never watched for long.

You watched me,
as I babbled nonsense,
and you called me beautiful.

I turned to kiss you,
but you were no longer there,
as a mystery filled me and soon began to bloom.
Te hablo del amor,
y el amor desaparece.
Te digo permanece,
y te desvaneces.
Ninguna palabra puede
hacer que te quedes.
Solamente el silencio
sabe la verdad.
This is my first Spanish poem; be kind!

ENGLISH TRANSLATION:
I speak to you of love,
and the love disappears.
I tell you to stay,
and you vanish.
No words can
make you stay/fit.
Only silence
knows the truth.
Need a storm
Or something less futile,,
A symphony of rain
Pouring down on me again
And again, until I'm drenched,
And the sun sends a glare;
Blinding me,
Binding me
To a frozen state of thought
Where you are a bird
And I've got you caught..
Need a cage
Or something to use
To keep out the bad
And lock you up, surely,
But silently;
Crept before wept,
Into mornings of mourning,
When I decide it's time
To open your door,,
Which you've already kicked,
And bit, and spit,
So I let you go,
And I watch you fly,
And once again,
He is him --
And I am I --
I'll catch another soon,
But it's the same every time
Need another storm,
Or maybe a monsoon..
To wash away
What happened here, at noon
Are you a brush for my golden hair,
or a sharp dagger - so rare?;
Small pinches of my skin stand up,
in applauds, for your arrival,
but the question of survival still remains:
A swift sea? Or an endless night?
Something in between?
I am no owl, but I can see in the dark.
I am no dog, but I'll run if you strike.
Watch as the sun fades, then grows again.
It shrinks as the light fills me, so warm.
Can we share?; Can we love,
with an endless melody, rather than
an excerpt of being?
Whether yin or yang, I still see the air between.
Is it just you, or only me?
Be my daggerbrush,
because my hair still needs to be cut
after some time --
So, keep me in line,
and I'll look after you, truly.
Arriving early,
and always leaving swiftly.
The cat,
and the little girl.
No dead spiders;
just clean slates.
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