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➤; ᴡᴇʟᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜɪs ʙʟᴏɢ.↶

Hello everyone, welcome to this small corner of mk mundo, a journey of words ᰔᩚ 

words from the ground

A gray heart ᥫ᭡

¡Claro! Aquí te dejo una traducción al inglés de un poema que te escribí anteriormente:

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In spring, life bursts into color

But my heart remains a dull gray

Colors swirl around me

Yet my soul can't find its way

The world awakens from its sleep

But I remain in my own deep

The flowers bloom, the birds sing sweet

But my heart remains incomplete

In spring, hope eternal springs

But mine is a heart that clings

To the shadows of yesterday

And cannot find its way. 

In spring, the world is reborn

But I remain in my winter form

The sun shines bright, the days grow long

But my heart stays frozen, my soul stays wrong

The flowers bloom, their beauty rare

But I see only the emptiness that's there

The birds sing sweet, their melodies clear

But I hear only the silence that I fear

In spring, hope is supposed to grow

But mine is a heart that's lost its way to go

I search for light, I search for peace

But find only shadows, only release

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

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