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An Eternal Song
Angel
I write my lines on the earth
And the rain will correct my mistakes.
Then the snow bestows her the innocence,
And shelters and defends her new birth.
The Earth soon will breathe and bloom
The blossoms; to trim her into a poem.
Yet, she needs her rhythm
To touch hearts and erase their gloom.
When the birds teach to her how to sing
My song is well bred and grown
The wind takes to the world her soft tone,
And they all respire the soul of Spring.
And in time, as the earth turn to stone
My poem is craved on his bone.
2007
Angel
I write my lines on the earth
And the rain will correct my mistakes.
Then the snow bestows her the innocence,
And shelters and defends her new birth.
The Earth soon will breathe and bloom
The blossoms; to trim her into a poem.
Yet, she needs her rhythm
To touch hearts and erase their gloom.
When the birds teach to her how to sing
My song is well bred and grown
The wind takes to the world her soft tone,
And they all respire the soul of Spring.
And in time, as the earth turn to stone
My poem is craved on his bone.
2007