FEELINGS
How much say it all the feelings
And with tenderness marking the privilege
More smoothly a day, the sortilege
It expresses the loneliness and disillusioned,
The old sense where frequently
The step is without knowing how much royal
Passes without experiencing anything, and it protects
Just emptiness where I was shield.
Repairing each trait and nothing from
The dream formerly sought to endless
Sails over the seas more remote
Just know that not knowing what we were
Life is spreading into harsh wedges,
Does not even bring my dreams for an instant.
Marcos Loures II
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