I do not understand why the sunset comes,
if the hurtful words were left in the light,
arrives indomitably,
non stop,
quickly,
to get away from forgiveness,
does the time have ears?,
and strength to stop them?
the wind will blow and they will leave,
but they will return with the new light.
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Somebody said to me that i could write anything as long as i had an inspiration.
So there is my first poem.
