Oh, my dear heart, I want to chant
My vow of gratitude to you.
The day you bestowed me a grant
Of breathing in and living through.
Although I'm small, there is a world
Within the bottom of my chest.
It keeps the lessons that I've learned
And nourishes me without a rest.
My thorough fancy of the earth.
Can be compared to ocean's delve
That's why I promised since the birth
—To deeply care about myself—.
My old soul, living thousand different lives
Has chosen me to bloom like bud,
To read historical archives,
And then recite my ens to God.
Oh, my dear heart, you war with fright
And bound affection in the chains.
Begetting hope and spirit might
That run in blood through cardiac veins.
My mind is writing amorous strains
And I feel passion underneath
When people touch my soul and brain
Before they touch my body sheath.
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PoetryTHE WINNER OF #ZODIACAWARDS2020 IN CATEGORY "POETRY" "But have you ever thought what makes you feel alive? That gentle ache when we are happy It makes us human beings." Hi everyone! Here you can see some of my art. These writings help me learn my i...
