Brightness of the morning
Life is poetry by itself,
in lapped poems with skill,
brought, for everyone the deliciousness
that is made and it of this powder it remade.
Beauty is always told living without needing poems,
but poetry embellishes the step,
and the luck becomes gentler.
And if I was a poet, I guarantee you,
that has always drink from this source,
in the sun breaks, immense on the horizon,
no doubt rebuilding the old enchantment
in the rebirth of life on the eternity
of brightness of morning.
Marcos Loures
Nenhum comentário:
Postar um comentário