I am not the chosen one
I go like an open field,
becoming earth
that nourishes and embraces,
I give you my arms
Like flowering branches,
Sheltering you,
shielding you from your doubts.
I am not the chosen one
I am the wind
that moves your wings,
for you to soar
above the storms
that overwhelm you.
I am not the popular one,
the one who walks
holding your hand;
As a figure that adorns you,
I am the one
who accompanies you
shoulder to shoulder,
being light
and even in the shadows.
You move between the fields
and the rivers
I move between the thunder
and the drizzle, we coincide;
in this time under the sun,
We meet one night,
singing to the stars
and whispering poems
as we gaze at the moon.
María De Los Reyes Author
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SPANISH VERSION
No soy la escogida
Voy como campo abierto,
volviéndome tierra
que nutre y abraza,
Te doy mis brazos
Así, como las ramas florecidas,
Dandote abrigo,
arropandote de tus dudas
No soy la escogida
Soy el viento que mueve tus alas,
para que te eleves
por encima de las tormentas
que te agobian.
No soy la popular,
la que camina agarrando tu mano;
Como figura que te adorna,
soy la que te acompaña
hombro a hombro,
siendo luz
y aun en las sombras, sigo estando.
Te mueves
entre los campos y los ríos
Me muevo entre el trueno
y la llovizna, coincidimos;
en este tiempo bajo el sol,
Como día nublado, que escampa.
Nos hallamos una noche,
cantándole a las estrellas
y susurrando poemas
mientras miramos la luna.
Mientras nos miramos,
tan iguales y tan diferentes.
María De Los Reyes Autora
#micorazónquieredecirte
#thepoets #jayeipr
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