My sunrises without your presence.
My sunrises without your presence
lose their grace and essence
and these bitter sorrows grow.
I would like to be in your home,
but being so alone
my questions are: why, when and how!
These cruel and languid sunrises
lack from the light of your eyes.
Hola @lecumberre, este poema me trajo a la mente una reflexión…
Le doy gracias a Dios y a la vida por tener a mis seres queridos… Mis padres.
Hola, Mundodexao, gracias por leer este poema. Bendiciones de Dios para ti y tu familia.