BROODING
The night I found brooding
No moon, no star misty complexion,
The end of each absent if anticipates
The verse is meaningless my legacy.
And when this vague dipped
Life is capricious designs
And I know this bellicose figure
Each barricade forming.
A step towards lone as
Been able to face another and I guarantee
Bring at least lull,
And see the day by day that I destroy
Meeting the strength in friendship
And so would face any storm.
MARCOS LOURES
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