Top It's easy to write rhymes, skipping over tears and problems, but going forward this
does not happen, or worse, dig and find what matters;
then hang up, return, change the direction; looking for, albeit in another way;
studies the path, you feel a bit 'different; touches only the part , should be avoided.
But there are things that you are in - this - but locked up inside you,
rocks reappear at the moment, I offer you no 'excuses it' because a;
but certainly, you were my first Muse, with your smile you have made me go out, strap
then - as still used - to greet Paul with rhymes.
Since then, I continued my way and navigate for some time with my oars
wood that descends as a charade, but then goes back to chasing poems;
you put into it just yet, my job honestly, is that of the poet,
ancient craft, if not the priority, from my meanderings to the sea;
and then what to tell you sweet friend, who whisper to your beautiful eyes and heart, the poet
honorable trade, like a beautiful woman who can give love.
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