I write poetry to practice rhymes and to get a better grasp on languages.
Una mísera aguja cose un paño de oro,
Un manto lleno de estrellas esparcidas,
Su hilo muere al borde del decoro
y deja en suspenso sus promesas.
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The sweet wind brushes gently past your nose.
Your nails press deeper into citrus skin,
It peels away like petals from a rose,
A sudden smile is curling eerie and thin.
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