Crystal drops embrace the sharp tips of my life.
The cold shakes my insides and my soul trembles to think how alone we are in time.
I still do not know if the memory of the times happening will disappear from my memory, leaving only the crystal of existence.
[image from @freewritehouse blog]
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Gotas de cristal abrazan las afiladas puntas de mi vida.
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El frío estremece mis entrañas y mi alma tiembla de pensar en cuán solos estamos en el tiempo.
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Aún no sé si sucediendo el recuerdo de los tiempos, desaparecerán de mi memoria, dejando solo el cristal de la existencia.
This is my entry to the Freewritehouse contest: A Picture is Worth a Thousand Words hosted by @freewritehouse
Rules
- Original content only
- Describe what you see
- Describe what you feel
- Write a story or poem about what you think is going
nice write up and very deep too, some memories cannot be wiped out
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Good to see your poetry.
May the chrystal drops bring something good.
Thank you for your entry.
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An upvote for a read. I wish you all the best.
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