Silence
Silence accompanies my thoughts that,
in the distance were lost vainly.
Nothing remains for me right now,
but the memories than I ever had.
Oh! For me so much pain corrodes,
leaving simply this eternal torment
and carrying me absence soul explodes.
Where to seek the reason, is empty,
for you carry what's left, you.
Such as fruit picking mature
if you have destroyed the flowers every day?
How to live without your presence
is always you are, of me away?
Marcos Loures
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