Those foggy horizons, I remember
Those hopeless nothings, I recall
Those everlasting seconds, I summon
By means of magic, dark or sacred -
For it is the same - they have gone.
Will they ever hide?
Those turning wheels of fortune, I foresee
Those blood-pumping hours, I prophecize
For those rainy ends, I long
By means of destiny, human or divine -
For it is the same - they have come.
Will they ever show?
Sara F.

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ResponderEliminaroh deus tens de publicar uma antologia de poemas pa!!! eu quando me voluntariar para alguma editora ponho a good word para ti;)
ResponderEliminarhaha obrigada mariana
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