I heard the church bells resonating through that wide boulevard
While I was walking between rose colored trees in a quiet spring
I heard all the birds taking flight from the bell tower to the sea
Like songs of wisdom, lost in the morning breeze
And like a fantasy made in Orton Blur
My spirit lifts with the first ray of sun
A temple of light, at dawn, in the day I was born
Awakening dormant states of snow white and deep blues
Resonating through me, your song they sing
Those small orchid birds, carrying the past's weight on their wings
Echoing beyond the epitaphs of time, your song, it lives
Whispering ages of war and peace
Unveiling cycles of death and rebirth
Your eternal, sacred spring they bring...
A bath of light, a sense of rebirth
Unveil your petals, be free, my sweet
Hear our Church Bells, hear our song play
This is us, at the core of life itself
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Letanías De Sanación - Colección De Poemas II
Poetry"Sana tus alas, antes de abrirlas. Esta tierra te da la bienvenida, te invita". En esta segunda colección de poemas, busco encontrar algo de calma y tranquilidad en estos tiempos turbulentos. Estos poemas reflejan parte de mi viaje interno, mi evo...
