The dispairation of fading away
Leaving floor, walls and sky
The motivation of coming again
Sheer bright face and star
Fear of facing the strange
Right there, weeping in strength
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How sad can it be to stare at a flower? Yes, it knows about the upcoming winter, knows its petals will be vanishing and the great essence, life, that once was its mark is now gone. Despite all that, I look at such pretty vision and smile, for I witnessed it, even if distanly. Such grace gave me light and meaning. Now I pray the magestic being rises again with the sun, looking at me, for a first and last time. I believe in the strangest things now.
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Faria eu um ode à luz? Sonharia na vastidão múltipla da inspiração sonora, que a cada passo e sopro evoca as chamas com fervor? Sim... não: não apenas o vento me traria brilho, solidão e ecos também o fariam.
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Tá, por hoje é só, da boa vontade para postar, sobrou só o pó. Espero que tenham gostado xP
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