Orpheus
I, that never wrote a verse
I, that live between words and that's require from me explanation.
I, always in love and always so far away.
I, that so difficult to accept for.
I, so hard to be include in....
I am more Amy than Ray....Warning you Mr.
I am resolute, determined, to be lost.
I am lost well...
My feelings, my acts proved to myself.
But remembered Mr.
That´s you who plays harps.
And think that you are Orpheus!
My songs and words could be better than yours!
They slide soft and tender.
Yours, claim to seven strings.
and resolution.
But you can not give what you do not have to give.
But me, Ah! what i give is what i fell
i dont need seven strings still. Mr.
poem by Mirna Morgan
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