segunda-feira, 18 de fevereiro de 2013

DAWNS DEAD



DAWNS DEAD

The sunrises killed between clouds
Thick dictate early turbid north
Without even a step where comfort
Generating sneers in other ways.
To entrench myself in dreams, I know that you come
Friend and certainly other support
Healing life when cutting
And it is showing rare goods.
Wearing this illusion where I could
Living with meekness and fullness
New era dawning within me,
Seeing the meek
​​look more sympathetic
The course beyond imagination
Bringing this after the summer garden.

MARCOS LOURES

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