YOUR LOOK

YOUR LOOK

Your look distills this venom
And the serpent jobs done more daring,
And know your way as mordant
And nothing that dreams tries this soul,
Life could be laughing,
But how the mind sometimes brings
Letting each step back
And the verse in the expression harsh and dreadful.
Presenting to an end what one fears
Nothing is drawn while handcuff
The gentle serenade no avail,
The song clashes with the truth
The struggle for reality shows
And time another charm I do not accept.

MARCOS LOURES