My Poetry
Now, being scared,
I'm starting to break the layers.
Within each layer,
There are reports of your presence.
Just do not look like you ,
One of you, flying sensation,
Whenever you have voiced your voice
Whenever they come back from all sides
Every time you return to yourself,
How many stars stitches,
In the nights of glad tidings
Keep that light, these roads are yours.
But desire has also a point,
They are happy with their wishes,
Everyday he burns,
Asking you for you
The name of your name,
Illuminate my demons
Will light up my excitement,
Join these scattered layers, let's go
Take the news of the last life,
You're the owner of the spare time
When you come, only then will you know
Living in the sky,
Have something to renounce,
The Last thing to remember.
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