THE RIVERS OF
NOSTALGIA
In anything
that we had we
The rivers of
nostalgia forgotten
Living how
cans freedom
Leaving behind
the bad days
I accept your
affection and your loans
Now surely
bring clarity.
Life in
allowing happiness
He will come
bringing as we wanted.
Seedlings with
words my course
And him,
transforming into new plumb
Allows you to
drink all the juice
It overflows
the well and I perfume
Aside from
that desire and that usually
I bring, an
emotion, its rare smoke ...
MARCOS LOURES
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