Poetry and Love
In the ashes of the cigarette which is lost
The peace we've tried deserted...
Love when I lose the other way,
And die unintentionally beloved woman...
No more I searched your way,
But fell asleep next door.
Although so much love, I'm alone,
Surely a hard fate in the world...
I opened the door does not closing more
Is openly exposed.
I cannot forgive others loved it
Life goes by decomposed...
But I can see that now a sign that guides me,
Exhibited in her eyes, poetry...
Marcos Loures
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