FEELINGS
How much say it all the sentiments
And with tenderness mark the privilege
Smoother than a day, the spell
Expresses tedium and solitude in the war
The old feeling where I see myself,
The step is unaware of how much royal
Goes without feeling anything and protects
Only emptiness where I shield.
Repairing each trait and nothing came
The dream that once seek endless
Navigate on the seas more distant
Just know that not knowing what we were
Life in spreading rough wedges,
Does not even bring my dreams momentarily.
Loures
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