I have a poem
Lucid, translucent, futile
Creative, fun, tearful
It seems that it emerges gloomily from the mud
Or else, such a resurrected phoenix
Rises golden and bathed in fire
I have a poem
Companion of joy
Choking in agony
Clear, pure, hazy
Full of pomp, sumptuous
I have a poem
But it’s not just mine
If you want to hear it, I’ll share it
I have a poem
To deliver now
Precious stone from the bottom of my soul
✨️Mágica Mistura









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