who is present in all my
verses?
Who breathed poetry into my
prosaic being.
Have you been
busy, Valentina?
With your own sorrows
your won
destiny?
You should be here, my dear
speaking wise
things.
I need advice
don’t you see that?
Of you, Valentina
I expected.
I hoped indeed.
With all my
heart.
But it seems that
you
my dear
You, out of all of them
You, Valentina,
and no one else
couldn’t care
less.
u´ve made me cry. i´ve been crying a lot. life is havier than ever, sometimes i want to quit ... so i breth again and think: perhaps it gets better! kss
ResponderExcluirKeep walking dear friend. Let us help you in your burden, lighten up your lot... we care about you, and want to see you big.
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