The flowers - Poem
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Flower that you stand out
on the green of the leaves,
which the blood of a wound,
red ... red ...
You parody those lips
purplish, that half open
they would say caresses
thirsty
have copied from your sheets
the color of your flag
the advanced champions
of the idea
And that's why I adore you,
beautiful flower, that leaves
on the green, you stand out
red ... red ...
Your life is a great river, it goes fast.
On its edge, invisible, I sprout sweetly.
I am that lost flower between reeds and achiras
what a pious one you feed, but perhaps you do not even look
The rosebush in its restless way to bloom
it is burning the sap that feeds its being.
Look at the roses that fall from the rose bush:
So many are that the plant will die of this evil!
The rose is not an adult and his life impatient
it is consumed when giving flowers precipitadamente
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To be a flower is to be a little breezy, the life of a flower fits into a smile.
The Venezuelan people have two obsessions, the taste for death and the love of flowers.
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I hope you like my photographs and my poems to those beautiful flowers. Thank you for visiting my page and see my publications that bear beautiful night Bay Bay God bless me I send a greeting from Venezuela.
0.000 SRY