FRAGILE HOPE
How this love is present
In dreams and in deeds bring me
In the background the most diverse and rare harvest
Where what is sought in peace feels.
The as-been-naughty
Trying to walk where to start
The road that really numbs me
Taking defenseless body and mind,
I do not want and do not even try new route
Even when life beats me
Stirring up the thought, I come back to the fore,
And this asynchrony takes life,
Trying to see beyond any output,
But the fragile hope abandons me...
MARCOS LOURES
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