domingo, 29 de janeiro de 2012

Pains

Pains


The pain that came as in a pack.
With each new dream where attaching itself
Enables an another day, announcing
The glory that penetrates every skin
Continuous sensation, all over.
It holds the nostalgia in closets;
Heritages from one moment vile, cruel,
On seeing at last birth, happiness,
A new blue taken all my sky
Promise benevolent divinities
We spilled the pure honey.
Sitting quietly beside Zeus,
I do not want nor permit further bye.

Marcos Loures

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