quarta-feira, 31 de maio de 2017

Faded

She came and left
like the sea and the summer,
but I could see her remains,
the paths she went through,
the souls she touched with her whispers, so bold,
like my own.
Her echo over time
bent to life and will within a cave
has made her a myth.

14/02/2017

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