NEW ORIGINAL SONG: "AT 3 IN THE MORNING" -

I share songs that I have created by fusing AI music with my poetic work adapted to the musical format.
I hope you like it.
LETTER:
At three in the morning
you were my spring.
At four,
Summer reddened your cheeks.
At five o'clock,
a withered leaf smile
crossed the space of your face
and fell soft
about my hope.
And finally,
Winter knocked on my door.
and a hurricane
He ripped you from my arms.
That only the home was left
how sad and slow time
without you!
At six,
a moan in the wind
announced the twilight of our dreams.
At seven,
the morning mist
covered our tired bodies.
At eight o'clock,
the trills woke up
a farewell on your lips.
And finally,
Winter knocked on my door.
and a hurricane
He ripped you from my arms.
That only the home was left,
how sad and slow time
without you!
Author: Raúl Tamarit Martínez

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Me gustó muy bueno todas tus canciones las escuché todas.

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Me encanta que te hayan gustado. Un fuerte abrazo 😀

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Es muy bonita la canción Raúl. ❤❤ Nuria y Raúl 😘😘😘😘😘😘😘

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Besos Paqui 😘😘😘Muchas gracias