She's one of those women that everyone would call weird, but she just enjoys sunsets, the sound of the sea and the rain. Poetry does not die if it has a soul of a girl and a heart plastered to the old, lover of simplicity and the details of life. She's explosive if offended, cheesy when
falls in love dreaming of you, intense in love because it is her eyes that burn like great fires.
I admire you because everyone sees that woman smiling for everything, but they haven't seen the scratches on the knees, scars that she alone had to heal so also the bruises of the soul.
I recognized you fighting one and a thousand wars silently, unstoppable and with your non-negotiable way of writing the most beautiful poetry by looking at your reflection in the right eyes.
May the poetry not die, nor the love, nor the attention, nor the interest, nor the desires, nor the sex always loving the intense in each verse.
©️ Sandra Mendoza
Poetry lover
Ecuador 03-06-2026
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