Some late night Poetry

I am my mothers tears as she watched her father leave.
I am my fathers fear as he saw his mother beaten.
I am the long nights of shame and the strength found in the morning.
I am the abandoned lovers and regrets.
I am the nostalgic past that keeps up at 2 am .
I am what my mother wishes she could have done, and what my father never did.
I am the moon that led my Abuela over the mountains. And the stars that guide my Nina home.
I am everyone and I hold the history.

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Insomnia hello again.

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disminucion:

Soir et un tournesol, Michiya Miyazaki

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La Luna - Furkl.Com share moments

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La Luna - Furkl.Com share moments