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Frances Angela Torrelavega Poem
Ah, liberation-
from the knitted caste system
that has swathed my tan!
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Frances Angela Torrelavega Poem
In Paris, we kiss
when the moon is like croissant
and accordions sing
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Frances Angela Torrelavega Poem
Nimbus’ pets unleashed:
listen as pitter patters
alter purrs and barks.
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Frances Angela Torrelavega Poem
Thirteen has landed
on the advent of weekend...
Spare me from the curse!
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Frances Angela Torrelavega Poem
Minute yet splendid,
you flutter with elegance:
each move poised with grace.
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Frances Angela Torrelavega Poem
Little did you know, I was falling for you.
Torn and confused, I don’t know what to do.
Given that I am about to be wed,
Sooner or later, this feeling should end.
This invisible love may not be known,
But I know through my deeds, t’was already shown.
Seeming to beat like it has its own mind,
My heart doesn’t want to leave you behind.
I would always cherish your smile and your face;
I would always long for your warm embrace.
Indeed by tomorrow, I will be his,
But you will remain to be my bliss.
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Frances Angela Torrelavega Poem
Donning tangerine,
every creature was impressed
with your arabesque
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Frances Angela Torrelavega Poem
Gazing at the sun
in the very core,
I feel my body
release my soul.
Staring at the rays
and tongues of flame,
my eyes are soothed
with my exhales.
The whisper of the breeze
and the bamboo flute:
with the song of chimes,
ignites my mood.
Suddenly aware
of the voice of my heart,
like a long lost friend,
it starts a chat.
A touch of jasmine
in the scent of grass
has slowly seeped
his fading musk.
The wind unleashed
my burning tears,
washing away
his memories.
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Frances Angela Torrelavega Poem
Crisp hues of crimson
dance gracefully with the breeze
then fin'lly, they rest.
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Frances Angela Torrelavega Poem
Concealed by raindrops,
lonely tears rolled down my cheeks
when you bade farewell.
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