Send me back

You have been

such a convencing friend that

you don't let go of my hand

Front

not this way

Facing the convalescent time

I know that everything belongs to you

what has come to me

And it's good...


Was so tired,

That you Word turn in real,

I Was turn in bord,

That your dreams with me turn in real...

please To send back,

My dreams,

Send me back,

My expected of life...


All that you have traced

on me and it is good

The way things

have cost you has only been

because you know

the way to good

where do you come

from where are you going

The stars

have been guided and even brighter

Over me.

 

Dear poet,
I'm not an expert in the grammar department,
neither in English nor in Spanish, but I'm having
a hard time reading your writing. My English is just middling,
but I run it through google to improve it a bit. At least for the so obvious...

Politely,
Fidel Guerra.

 

yes I saw them, I hope I have corrected them. Just Was a little trouble.

 

Hi poet,
I love reading your poetry.
It’s perfectly understandable what you said, at times I forget to check my work too.

Thanks for your understanding. hope you’re having a fabulous day!

Yours,
Fidel Guerra.