#dulce - Hello Poetry

Pan dulce se sienta en un plato de pastelería en mi cocina Rara vez tocado, pero siempre admirado Fresco y colorido y lleno de variedad. Los panes delicados quedan sin comer Todavía los compro como recordatorio de Mi familia en otra tierra a un mundo de distancia Parece más cercano cuando estoy rodeado por el sabor, los olores y las texturas de la casa de mi padre biológico. Mi Familia Mi casa en Mexico

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Mar 15, 2021

Mar 15, 2021 at 11:05 PM UTC

Melmartz

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Pan dulce se sienta en un plato de pastelería en mi cocina Rara vez tocado, pero siempre admirado Fresco y colorido y lleno de variedad. Los panes delicados quedan sin comer Todavía los compro como recordatorio de Mi familia en otra tierra a un mundo de distancia Parece más cercano cuando estoy rodeado por el sabor, los olores y las texturas de la casa de mi padre biológico. Mi Familia Mi casa en Mexico

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I’ll turn, you into a poem, So then, you I can keep, Take a seat, concrete your my evidence, Discrete, with elite hide in my closet, This ink, was meant just for you, Are you aware, of just how significant you are, My dear, my armor is what shields you, A golden halo, illuminates the streaks of your hair, Like hope across, your head oh ye of much faith, Landscape, your mindscape it’s all the same, The way you, grab hold of my thoughts, Sensible you, How I dream of you, Our time, is near to conquer defeat, Hold onto, my hand without doubt, Am I, good enough for you, You came, knocking at my door with love, The love, from within will never die, Your exuberant heart is a gift from God. -A poem by Kev Chino’

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Apr 14, 2020

Apr 14, 2020 at 9:07 AM UTC

kevchino

Priscilla's Dulce

I’ll turn, you into a poem, So then, you I can keep, Take a seat, concrete your my evidence, Discrete, with elite hide in my closet, This ink, was meant just for you, Are you aware, of just how significant you are, My dear, my armor is what shields you, A golden halo, illuminates the streaks of your hair, Like hope across, your head oh ye of much faith, Landscape, your mindscape it’s all the same, The way you, grab hold of my thoughts, Sensible you, How I dream of you, Our time, is near to conquer defeat, Hold onto, my hand without doubt, Am I, good enough for you, You came, knocking at my door with love, The love, from within will never die, Your exuberant heart is a gift from God. -A poem by Kev Chino’

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I remember on shattered ashes And the frigidity of the musky noon Rumbling gently on our scale-like frame Whilst the lonely light evanesced in the dark alley For the ***** of truth it proclaimed Alike Elymas, bitter cecity we had stroked No tinge of light could be sensed To ken the changes of good and evil Evil and evil sprouted Resonating for all to embrace.

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Aug 23, 2019

Aug 23, 2019 at 1:15 PM UTC

Inklined-pen28

Sweet past, sour future!

I remember on shattered ashes And the frigidity of the musky noon Rumbling gently on our scale-like frame Whilst the lonely light evanesced in the dark alley For the ***** of truth it proclaimed Alike Elymas, bitter cecity we had stroked No tinge of light could be sensed To ken the changes of good and evil Evil and evil sprouted Resonating for all to embrace.

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