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Heavy Work

I wish I wasn’t a Poet–
All the pain in the world,
I wouldn’t know it.
Forcing the words to rhyme–
To make my heart sublime.
Trying and trying–
To write a verse of comfort,
For peace, and joy,
Or love, to make it better!

(Spanish Translation)

Trabajo Pesado

Quisiera no ser un Poeta,
Todo el dolor del mundo,
No lo conoceria.
Forzando las palabras a rima,
Hacer que mi corazon suba mas arriba.
Intentando e intentando de nuevo,
Para escribir un verso de consuelo,
De gozo, y de paz,
O de amor, para hacerlo mejor!

Por: ElRoy © 2018 


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