In the vast night sky, a star shone,
Cupid, with his bow, granted me eternal love.
His arrows, like dreams, sank into my heart,
And in my soul, the echoes of pure love emerged.
The touch of his wings, like a soft melody,
It awakened in me such a soft feeling.
Every heartbeat, every sigh, bears her name,
In every thought, the image of him amazes.
Cupid fell in love with me, and now I see clearly,
Love is a journey, not just a city.
It's a deep sea, a starry sky,
It is a whisper of the heart, by arrowed Cupid.
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Hendrik SancheZ
Mi viaje literario comenzó con pequeños relatos que evolucionaron hacia narrativas más complejas, y rápidamente me di cuenta del poder que tiene la escritura para conectar con las emociones y experiencias compartidas
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Nice one, Hendrik!
Good stuff! Highly sentimental.