Ella - She

in Freewriters3 years ago

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Ella

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Ella era brisa, ella volaba sobre las estrellas, los planetas envidiaban su brillar,
su corazón latía tan rápido que le era imposible odiar.
Donde quiera que fuera dejaba huellas difíciles de borrar,
donde quiera que llegaba era ángel que inspiraba suspirar.

Su pecho rugía como fiera,
cuidaba de su familia, los protegía donde quiera.
Abnegada hasta el cansancio no podía dejar de dar,
era única, era encanto, era madre hasta el final.

Un día el amor llamó a la puerta, aún no lo podía creer,
entregó su corazón a ciegas, sin papeles ni traspiés.
Ella se sentía tan dichosa como peces en el mar,
abrió sus alas tan frondosas como mariposas a su andar.

El amor era un disfraz, jamás lo pudo esperar,
era un ladrón de sueños, ella su presa en navidad.
Las luces de la noche encendían aquel riachuelo,
con reflejos de luna, luciérnagas y luceros.

Desde entonces su brillo se lo llevó aquel retoño,
vuela triste y solitaria como hoja seca en otoño.
Ahora triste solo espera su final,
uniéndose al crepúsculo que se oculta junto al mar.

Abre de nuevo sus alas, solo quiere perecer,
entregándose a la suerte en el frío anochecer.
Jamás pudo volver amar, su alma estaba rota,
da solo a pequeños tragos como si fuera cuentagotas.

Así un alma puede marchitar para nunca retoñar,
amor que traiciona ella puede perdonar,
pero la memoria no la deja olvidar.
Camina descalza y sin rumbo sobre el muelle,
salta al vacío y en lo profundo se pierde.

Nadie nunca la encontró,
entre perlas y corales allí su cuerpo quedo.
Su alma espera algún día olvidar,
Correspondido desea, su amor logre llegar.

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She

She was a breeze, she flew above the stars, the planets envied her shine,
Her heartbeat was so fast it was impossible to hate.
Wherever she went she left traces hard to erase,
Wherever she went she was a sigh-inspiring angel.

His chest roared like a wild beast,
She cared for her family, she protected them wherever she went.
Selfless to the point of exhaustion, she could not stop giving,
She was unique, she was a charm, she was a mother to the end.

One day love knocked at the door, she still couldn’t believe it,
She gave her heart blindly, no papers, no missteps.
She felt as blissful as fish in the sea,
She spread her wings as leafy as butterflies to her gait.

Love was a disguise, she could never expect it,
He was a thief of dreams, his prey at Christmas.
The night lights lit up that stream,
With reflections of the moon, fireflies, and stars.

Since then its brightness was taken away by that sapling,
It flies sad and lonely like a dry leaf in autumn.
Now sadly it only awaits its end,
Joining the twilight that hides by the sea.

It spreads its wings again, it only wants to perish,
Surrendering to fate in the cold dusk.
He could never love again, his soul was broken,
Gives only in small gulps as if it were a dropper.

So a soul can wither never to sprout,
Love that betrays she can forgive,
But memory won’t let her forget.
She walks barefoot and aimlessly on the pier,
She jumps into the void, and in the deep, she is lost.

Nobody ever found her,
Among pearls and corals there her body remains.
Her soul hopes one day to forget,
Correspondent desires, his love to arrive.

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“Ella” es musa perdida, la razón de estar aquí y la razón para perderse. En esta oportunidad les quiero regalar estas palabras hechas poesía a razón de mi incertidumbre, ella es el alma, ella es la vida.

Deseo fervorosamente llegar al punto justo de la reflexión, muchas veces dejamos ir la oportunidad de amar por culpa de las malas experiencias. Atesoremos cada segundo de vida cerca de las perdonas que realmente nos aman, el amor va y viene como las estaciones.

Espero les guste este poema y que lo hagan suyo, no jueguen al amor, vívanlo en carne propia; nunca está de más un te quiero, un te amo o un abrazo sincero.

"She" is the lost muse, the reason to be here and the reason to be lost. In this opportunity I want to give you these words made poetry because of my uncertainty, she is the soul, she is life.

I fervently wish to reach the right point of reflection, many times we let go the opportunity to love because of bad experiences. Let's treasure every second of life close to those who really love us, love comes and goes like the seasons.

I hope you like this poem and that you make it yours, don't play at love, live it in your own flesh; it never hurts to say I love you, I love you or a sincere hug.

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Truly wonderful. ♥️👏👏👏
How degrading that condition which induces in us the fear of the will to love.

Thanks for commenting, I'm glad to hear you like it.

Many times love is lost because of the bad actions of our fellow men. We must somehow change that perspective and always give ourselves a chance, there will always be more good things than bad.