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Liliana EL.


Viva Ahora


Time has passed
And I've convinced myself that I'm tired and that assignments can still wait
I sit here leaning against large pillows wondering
how I haven't gotten tired of procrastinating

Ensconced here
In this warmth
With this space for your presence to fill

Wanting to
Thinking of
Loving and speaking to you

May I call or send a text
for a chat to catch up on recent feelings and happenings
Oh, a chat
is so much more than just that

The strong sentiments which are warming
The touches of grace so comforting
The realization and embracement of love

Oh, how wonderful
How delightful
All things

So grateful
For these people I meet
and the foods which I eat
So beautiful and gleeful es mi vida

Submitted: Sunday, February 23, 2014
Edited: Monday, February 24, 2014

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  • Bronze Star - 7,440 Points Sandra Feldman (3/2/2014 7:36:00 PM)

    Si hay que estar agradecidos por lo que tenemos. Hay tanto sufrimiento y miseria en este mundo dirigido por manos asesinas y destructives. Un puñadoo de hombres malvados que pueden destruirlo todo y chupar la libertad de un solo golpe.
    Su poem esta muy bien escrito y es un placer leerlo, Gracias. (Report) Reply

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