domingo, 12 de fevereiro de 2012

Tears

Tears

The salt that drops down in tears in the face
Who became enamored of that?
The heart so exposed on the skin,
A dream unfortunately abandoned.
Far of those who want, I lose the taste,
Erratically planet, crazy,
A rest from illusion has decomposed,
Leaving in some corner of past...
Would that touched the emotions still
The one whom I loved unnecessarily,
The world will change suddenly
No matter how much older pains still rages,
It would have my eye on a gentle brightness
By shepherding at last, this wanderer...

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