segunda-feira, 11 de novembro de 2019

Guardian

Hold on to my arm
and come near.
Trust in my protection
and get to see home
in its raw perfection
from my eyes, from up here,
the golden, the green, the cold and the warm.
Before we face the fearsome
at least now
I can sign beneath and vow
upon us there is no harm.

17/10/2019

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