Love
Love ... Never your heart grow old,
This same aging degrades.
From bitterness, sadness, loneliness,
Gradually, eroding, death weaves.
Do not forget to dreaming brand new day,
Full of hope and fun.
A joy that kills agony
Sing and be happy, talking nonsense...
Dancing fly, dream ... It's allowed!
Same alone dance. Thinking...
Throw out that pain. Consignment expired
Not healing and only complicates. Carries torture...
Love! In the love there is always that hope
To revive the soul-child!
Marcos Loures
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