Shogunoka Ledesma III Biography

I have never felt the chill of winter
Nor the birth of spring
Only the two faces of Nature
The golden sun shining
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The day is dying
Its bright blood smeared
On the azure blanket
See its light blinding no more
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Whirlwind of autumn leaves,
Gently they dance around,
The tune of her timid footsteps.
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You are the flame
Of this dying ember
Fueled by your warmth I breathe
On that cold July night.
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Come rest your head upon me
With the day’s burdens and tiresome chores
Let me share the weight on my shoulders
And feel your hair on my chest
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