Longing

Longing When it shatters the dawn into noise snow-white threads, And its magic amusement park runs From the high zenith, its jealous Verses, I bequeath roll up the greenish Petals of the flowers, dressing them In florid scrawls; And I allow find nothing, but on its Silken lips the tenderness of my life. When the poorly(p) fount breaks the chains Of its pallid grotto and the skeletal Trees waggle in the laughter of their Euphoria, recovering their multi-colored Flowering, the palm will be embellish Then in their starched white ornaments. And I . . . and I . . .

And I will repair the spoil Poems of the broken fans of time, In the delightful slimness of its sighs, That sleep downstairs my poor and imperfect verses. Bibliography: ...If you sine qua non to get a liberal essay, order it on our website: Orderessay

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