friendship poems
When the Moon comes up
and the street deserted,
When is the time to sleep
and titilan the stars
the wind comes sweeping
the dusty paths.
The whispers melodies
in my entreabierta window
never lacking in our appointment
know that I'm awake
and that I like to look at it
sweep the dry leaves.
The never leaves me alone,
night after night returns
to sing in my window
songs that are very old
While a group of crickets
serves as the Orchestra.
When the Moon comes up
and the street deserted,
When is the time to sleep
and titilan the stars
the wind is here with me....
and my window is open.
friendship poems
When the Moon comes up
and the street deserted,
When is the time to sleep
and titilan the stars
the wind comes sweeping
the dusty paths.
The whispers melodies
in my entreabierta window
never lacking in our appointment
know that I'm awake
and that I like to look at it
sweep the dry leaves.
The never leaves me alone,
night after night returns
to sing in my window
songs that are very old
While a group of crickets
serves as the Orchestra.
When the Moon comes up
and the street deserted,
When is the time to sleep
and titilan the stars
the wind is here with me....
and my window is open.
friendship poems