When writing a poem, I was told:
"Do not repeat the same words.&quot...

I miss them moments, like the rain
like Xanthe, showering PnQ with fame...

In my town - not a city like Rio Verde,
The Circus arrived with January's festival...

Every morning,
run...

I can't seem to understand,
the mysteries of life...

crowds of crows
cover the sky...

I long for you to be with me
like dew on grass at morning free...

Night
you are dark...

I think of you as starry skies
Who hypnotize my dreamy eyes...

One cloudy day,
I was about to drown...

I believe
the Shakespearean language...

Down the corner to the left, across the gas...
a dog dogs a dog while another dog tails and dogs...