Reborn
Born after the death of my dreams
And do not single bring some remnant
What we thought of the precipice,
And now I see to be less fearful,
And every morning I recompose,
And I make the final rebirth
If you like or you do not like, don’t care,
The world I want is to brighter.
Neither diving in troubled waters
The hurts, simply light curves,
The highway is full of living,
But my heart goes rushed,
As much as in this life made a mistake,
What does it matter? I indeed am a poet.
Loures
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