Pure love
Every moment on the fight against
There is more rotten in the soul,
In the immense love of peace that calms
Drying forever either tears,
Life is laid bare in such brokenness
And even when the weather dictates the suffering
In glory which is light and calm to look
Expresses wonder where my charm,
And I am following with gentle tenderness strength
That even when the luck falls apart
Allowed another step without fear.
Bearing my mistakes by correcting,
Meeting in the end be unending
Concocted by the suns of pure love.
Marcos Loures
Nenhum comentário:
Postar um comentário