Each Day

Fire alit deep inside,

In her arms chose to hide,

Leaving worlds a behind insearch,

Another nest in which to perch,
Morning comes aglowing dawns,

To find societies filled with pawns,

Far and wide flight is had,

Only to find difference has died,
Yet many sons are said to live,

Of this nature with gifts to give,

So on wings and feet in haste,

Each day menus will go awaste.

Cada día,

Tanto día,

Día lleno,

Siempre día mío. 

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