To express the intimate feelings of the poet or what it wants to transmit, it is the singularity of his name it owes to the lyre, on which these compositions were accompanied in the ancient Greece. What I want is to take her to our reality, since we all are poets to our way, that's why we are original, there exist lyric popular poems, of simple invoice, anonymous, and transmitted orally, of being able to divide the poetry well a classification is in major or minor poems.
Between the first ones the elegy is counted, where it detaches feelings of pain, generally because of the death of a being, so that we understand it better, the enthusiasm of the lyric content, which we can decorate it with connections of phrases in anthem, since it can be a composition in which the poet or the author, gathers popular feelings and gives them a literary treatment, it looks like a lie but them see better from another context, of our phrases with heap and with words that you fill the soul with the one who it makes debut in listening to it or reading it, giving him a treatment of song, to reach another lyric level transformed in beautiful popular folk songs, which are mixed by the wind, since the rhythm is the outstanding characteristic of the poem and the discipline that studies the elements that compose the rhythm is the metrics, this one understands three fundamental units, in a minor way to major: the poem, the strophe and the poem, that also have already been an object of definition.
Only I show them the ways, that what they can do, of such a way of doing it history to the same moment in a popular folk song, which nobody forgot only you, since I we are authors, that makes us grow as presents itself itself every day, that's why says to himself that the power of the word costs very much and more when you believe in you himself, that's why I want to share the following thing, for all:
Rivers that you have taking life, which does not step back, as an alive hope that I loved you, but when I go away, already I do not know if turned to my spring of love, like a glass of the external youth.
the sun hides Already, because he realized that it does not shine for me, only a memory stays, since the Mother Nature gave us, a leafy tree as symbol of freshness that the love means very much, now only I water it with my tears.
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