certainly do not consider myself so important as the authors mentioned above (or soon to mention) but I wanted to write this "poetry" ... because, in my way, I can be an artist. Each of us may be or become ... you just believe and fight. I hope you enjoy it.
Summer has done many things. It 's over and took away with him a great love. There is no going back now. It 'started a new year and winter continues, with its dark days and rain, lightning, lightning, and so much sadness. He is now only a distant memory, who is now no more, is the one that lit my life is something of the past, a past time, a dried rose, a vanished dream, a beautiful day ended, a written the sand that the tide has washed away forever, lost a small drop in the ocean ... It 'flew away, but its traces are still on my way.
-Tania-
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