Category : Poems

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There are sadnesses that put me in the grave. 
 There are people who leave
 Without saying goodbye to me.

  There are voices that I listen
 To when I am alone.
 It is the heart that does not allow me
 To live in harmony with myself.  

There are thoughts that flow like rain
 On my heavy shoulders.
 There are steps that show me the way 
To the sun, the sea
 And the orange sunbeams.  

I go in the opposite direction, 
I read poems from old books.
The demons want to devour my soul,
But I don't leave my soul
 In their clutches and breath.