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Los gritos detrás de la puerta cerrada,
Tan pesado, el peso sobre su estómago,
Sus músculos rígidos y una sensación de frío,
Rodeaba el aire de la habitación,
Llegando a su garganta, sin palabras,
A medida que la emoción se arrastraba lentamente a través de
Su cuerpo, temblando de incredulidad,
Queriendo caer al suelo,
Las lágrimas brillantes que corrían por su rostro,
¿Cuánto tiempo continuaría esto?
Jadeando por respirar como las sensaciones de hormigueo,
Abrumado este cuerpo,
Mareado y sintiéndose débil,
Cayó y se desplomó sobre la cama.
Manos cubriendo sus ojos,
Ya no quería ver, oír,
La verdad y cayó en un trance profundo,
Ajeno al mundo exterior,
Mientras escuchaba su corazón,
Cerró la puerta a su mente,
Dejando que el aire acaricie su cuerpo,
Curando el calor desde dentro,
Permitiendo que las aguas nutran su alma.
Por Natasha
The screams behind the closed door,
So heavy the weight on his stomach,
His muscles rigid and a sensation of cold,
Surrounded the air in the room,
Reaching to his throat, speechless,
As the emotion crept slowly through
His body, shaking in disbelief,
Wanting to collapse to the floor,
The shining tears that ran down his face,
How long would this continue?
Gasping for breath as the tingling sensations,
Overwhelmed this body,
Dizzy and feeling faint,
He fell and collapsed on the bed,
Hands covering his eyes,
He no longer wanted to see, hear,
The truth and fell into a deep trance,
Oblivious to the outside World,
As he listened to his heart,
Closed the door to his mind,
Letting the air caress his body,
Healing the heat from within,
Allowing the waters to nourish his soul.
By Natasha
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