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sábado, 10 de dezembro de 2016

no fears (in a lamented spring)


no shelter at moonligth
no shouting 
from the unsaved
- the prime of all secrets
lies in this woods,
silently 
in a lamented spring

the scarlet sky
feeds now
the once disharmonial bliss
in the lovers castaway
fencing sounds
at the heart of nature
drifting sounds
at the end of a dream
- there's nothing to fear




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