The last dream
The scene where the rhyme
would be softer or more audacious hope
is mixed with the fog increasingly thickening
the dark soul of a dreamer.
The poetry of the eyes
of those who loved him the song without getting
lost sense and just bringing the echo
where the path is not be meddle in,
be won and the sordid truth,
however painful, may save us.
Losing my autumn winter presence
in the face of those who want to excuse beyond the expected,
I hear the voice approaching
grim funerary chants and watching each dream,
which may be the last?
Marcos Loures
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