The Christmas
closes with the crying from my eyes
And the darkness
turns off my heart,
I remember when I
fought for be right your side
But the time tire
my heart.
My soul releases
from my body to look for you in the distance
And find you
sleeping over your savannas,
And sing you this
last poetry
Because in your
dreams, you hear me.
Hug me, it’s the
last time that you will do,
Kiss me, you know
that I will remember too,
Stop to cry although
you don’t be Part Of My Life now
Book I: Yin Yang
Chapter I: My Heart Is Dead
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