Goodbye
The moon bathing the cloudy sea
with silvery tones and try,
in light traces, to see
how life may enrapture me.
But I know it at every moment
to losing in the way ungrateful scene,
covered in clear and beautiful mantle;
Tracing just as afraid
and astonishment where
one was seeking wisdom.
The luck that, very unaware,
bring a new fall, a stumble
Finally there remains nothing more,
and I die in life.
Still searching any peace,
but in this setting more sardonic,
preparation day by day, the farewell...
marcos loures
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