I took the pen to write a poem,
but now my poem is sad, because
within me great pain.
I have an anguish that burns my soul
and night feel mourn ... the mornings are gray birds
'm not singing
The sound of the sea has stopped ringing ...
Today I am sad because I cover this pain pain
clinging to my life, anguish, burning myself.
My heart complaint that mad passion
loves but nobody knows understand.
It is sad to my eyes because I have no strength
my body is tired, because the tears, cover my pain.
The stars are hidden ..
The rainbow does not look its best,
is because today I am sad and cry my heart ...
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