POEMCHALLENGE By Margaretwise | Poem Barefoot ❌

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Barefoot

my ways are the words that I wrote

the rhythms that reproduced me

these torbenillos that assault are also

the hairs on my head

these penflectos are my love songs

I'm there where the nights rush through the air

about my tour as a nostalgic devil

it's not a question of trizteza

it is the longest scale of the soul to its bone

it is a question of hope of thirst or live embers

I come from where the miseries are cooked

and the thousand solitudes

I come from three shadows but I only know

the contempt that marked the road

that led me to other places

I knew the pesedumbres and their roofs

the loves without soul and the pains

and the damp wet

and the risk and the madness

everything begins and ends in eternity

but eternity does not know about us dreamers

if it were not for the dreamers

this world would be a garbage

the poetry must be seen

like a body that everyone wants to kiss

although it burns

and to go though it melts in your hands

I invite you to the contest of #POEMCHALLENGE

Directed by: @Margaretwise

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The poet's first task is to unleash in us a subject that he wants to dream.
Poetry is a reminder of the best and happiest moments of the best and happiest devices.
see the poetic even in the most everyday things.

¡Thanks for reading I say goodbye with a lot of love I hope to see you in the next publication!