Category: Glenda Soto-Gomez
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Breeze
Many leaves are falling from the tree, Autumn is near thee, My sunglasses are Bliss, The clock is ticking. The sound of a breeze, Quietly hearing the colors In a black & white film. Let the breeze go where it…
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After the storm
Then nothingness lies, like an empty room. Suddenly, it shows a comfortable chair and a man, And then the woman, but the man run down the hill, and she sees the worst. He is falling down but the man didn’t…


