miércoles, 12 de enero de 2011

Where to find out that?
That magic, that something.
How to know what I want?
I demand, I require.
Why do my rhyme never make feel?
It say nothing.
Perhaps I am not in love.
Maybe I am not a poet.
Who is the owner of my dreams?
I would like them back.

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