Estos son los usuarios que participaron la semana pasada.
A continuación les presento mi poema para esta semana.
Autor: María Ruíz (@mariajruizb)
" Mi cajita de música"
Oh linda bailarina que siempre danzas sin descanso, alguna vez te tuve en mis brazos escuchando tu hermosa melodía, era un hermoso regalo inesperado un hermoso juguete para mi.
Aquel arbol que me arropaba cada tarde, en el sonido de sus hojas se anunciaba un pensamiento y me acompañaba tanto silencio que la música buscaba, y solo el viento me dejaba un lindo recuerdo de aquel bello juguete que me tranquilizaba.
Mi cajita de música era mi mejor consuelo y llegó el día en que no escuché más ni un solo minueto, solo mi mente guardaba el baile hermoso de una chica de porcelana que disfrutaba los atardeceres y aquel arbol que me arropaba.
Ahora que te pienso mi linda cajita de música, quisiera volver a tenerte, quisiera volver a tocarte, y es mi voz que te busca para volver a escucharte, tenerte como un juguete me devolvería a la niñez.
Greetings beautiful community of @steemkidss, I am pleased to announce again a new poem for children, I am very grateful to the users who were able to participate in this meeting of words where our imagination plays and makes us value the art of writing.
Children are very dreamy and their imagination is charming, I love to write and I love being able to do it for children. They are special and helping them develop their creativity is a priority. Writing helps us clarify our thoughts, relaxes us and makes us build a wonderful world of ideas that unites us all.
For this week we will use the word "Toys", which will help us to remember a lot our childhood stage and also to immerse ourselves in the world of children. Those people who participate, remember to invite a user so that they can join.
These are the users who participated last week.
Below is my poem for this week.
Author: María Ruíz (@mariajruizb)
"My little music box"
Oh beautiful dancer who always dances without rest, once I had you in my arms listening to your beautiful melody, it was a beautiful unexpected gift, a beautiful toy for me.
That tree that sheltered me every afternoon, in the sound of its leaves a thought was announced and I was accompanied by so much silence that the music sought, and only the wind left me a nice memory of that beautiful toy that calmed me down.
My music box was my best consolation and the day came when I no longer heard a single minuet, only my mind kept the beautiful dance of a porcelain girl who enjoyed the sunsets and that tree that covered me.
Now that I think of you my pretty little music box, I would like to have you again, I would like to touch you again, and it is my voice that seeks you to listen to you again, having you as a toy would take me back to childhood.