Hopeless
my life to losing with each new step,
seeking an illusion that may at least ease
the suffering of one old dreamer,
a long time sailor who was shipwrecked i
n the middle of various storms of life,
the verse as a way to be at least
most honorable,
trying to contain
this enormous wave coming and devastates,
but the distant beach,
the pier and the cold wind absent.
just decaying more and more to be hoping...
marcos loures
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