Little by little the darkness is seen, it is the
step into the low light that crazy cravings comes out
to always radiate.
Everything is happening until the
day and start the hard morning, I do not want
wake up if you first listen to that natural melody,
That's when the sound of the birds
they wake up announcing my stormy awakening.
It's noon and the sun is hard as coral, of luck
for me, it's just in passing, nothing else, is that I'm afraid of
He for his hard burn.
Later the darkness comes, yearning again to arrive
my new awakening, so that with the singing of the birds
my soul follow the path to the infinite glare.
Author: @sandracarrascal
A beautiful poem, a few months of winter and the singing of birds will become my inspiration
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Thanks for the support. Regards
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One of the sweetest sounds is of Birds
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You are right, my friend, it is the most beautiful sound to wake up in the morning. Grettings and thank you for the support.
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