The ball

Data 31/05/2026 16:59:52 | Tópico: Sonetos

And every time she rolls
Something impossible to explain happens
It's like a glue
From which no one can escape

And then when she touches the sole
Hmm, nobody likes to mistreat her
Everyone wants to do that carom roll
That makes her delirious

She, the queen of all the street kids or school children
That lady who has no equal
She never looks at the color of the shirt

She only asks that they never let her stop
In a corner as if begging for alms
Begging to be made to spin!!!


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