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Happy, Strange and Death Poems by Teresita Blanco
Happy is the Man (Version 1)by Teresita Blanco Happy is the man Who knows only sorrows. Yet, his perdition lies In a single ray, A single ray of hope. Let…
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Five Short Lunar Poems by Teresita Banco
Shaming Furies by Teresita Blanco The sun turns gray. Oh, the foolish day, Brings calamities From his stupidities. Bow, bow so low To feel its flow. The salty smell Permeates…
Wasted Poem by Teresita Blanco
Wasted by Teresita Blanco Another day, my youthful vigor Wasted, wasted, Another storm surges forth. These empty walls Grow dim with sorrow; These empty faces Reek useless pretenses. As…