Poems from Joaquin

Empires will grow But fade just as fast. Poetry resonates To the future the past. Nothing can withstand The power of innovation. Except...
A little Bird flew to my window sill and sat still as I played on my harmonica. Tunes of sadness and sorrow filled the air, still mourning...
I was dazed and confused, and it hit me so hard I could feel every hair stand up on my neck, perhaps trying to escape just as I wanted to...

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