life
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A harp grows wings Kind words to speak Faith like blanket. Trust in the good and take a leap space It’s yours Silent sage rule the thoughts in your heart. Peace to everyone and everything let happiness reign pour blessings of joy every day. Patience It’ll come. Close your eyes count to three Breathe and…
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City life Busy streets people walking that beat When in the grind, you’ll find yourself counting nickels pennies dimes Work late, early rise before the sun wakes up to shine Forgot what it’s like to wine and dine. shit got real might even steal lines, public transportation hustle and bustle people…
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Two pennies copper core different destinies unravel as their stories unfold Green and worn she was unfraid to grab life’s reins and travel explore He was cautious Terrified to be tails up, took pride in being shiny and pristine Same source paths diverge start is different from where you go…
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Stranger sage has saved many days Whispers of inspiration on commuter train Encouraging words engraved in my bones Conversations with the future toasting to the unknown Sharing an umbrella when the sky decided on pouring marathon People come and go but impact in fleeting moments.
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Living the cement American dream millions chasing the kite’s Blue, red, white Tail Only to meet Blood sweat tears Harsh reality. Parenting in shifts Breeding soldiers of struggle Papi couldn’t learn English quickly Factory life Gasoline worker At night Smell embedded In his hands Ser buen pobres is what he taught me, in another life…
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Sinatra Sunday Coffee brews inspiration Strangers in moonlight
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If hearts could sing it would sound like her seamlessly going through the highs and lows velvet sound notes like tear drops, but in command bouncing on the scale speaking a language you can’t understand universal love whispers that break glass cries that fill the blackholes of the universe. But maybe its like his pain…
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He wrote her words solidifying he was a love that would rock her soul shook her to the very core. He gave only crumbs leaving her hungry Battled an internal war should she stay or go? bliss by his side spirits flying high that smile she recklessly adored but he would ignore desire for others…
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It’s that first kiss, hungry for his mouth and everything south My little furnace bodies intersect each time feels better yet He knows where I want his hands to roam, his chest my home Joy explosions radiating waves of happiness from head to feet Not knowing when we’ll meet again,…
Yesenia Guerra 