Rommel Galicia Biography

When everything seems so smooth
Nay the clouds bares a gloomy hoot
A whisper of the wind turns us close
Bewilders by a moment we dearly chose.
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Did you not hear my plea?
I'm here all alone crying out
This heart of mine feels heavy
Only your comfort I've sought.
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See the crimson hue
Those palettes bring
To the clouds anew
When the sun's falling.
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It is a miscellany of endless scents
Of a garden's flowers in bloom
Spectacularly in a multitude of palettes
That shall I be longing even in a dream.
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I dozed off and had a dream
A starry night was on a gleam

To the shore the ripples came
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