VICTORY
When you show your laurels of victory,
Reveals neuralgic senses.
In the life you have always been meritorious
From all the beauties of these screens
Artisans who paint to your glory!
The flowers that you have touched; most simple.
Thy thoughts invaded my history,
Headlights always obfuscate fragile candles
Liberty resulting in much blushing.
Repulsed, showing me the empty
Knowing that only the end I see,
But I love your way of shining,
Your eyes and your songs, already challenge
In the enchantment that could be imagined.
LOURES
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