sexta-feira, 14 de fevereiro de 2020

Epic poem

I hope you are wise
not to find any hazard
in the night as dark and dry as the desert
on each of my thighs
and that among the branches that stretch
around the cavern
you don't remain on the edge
but find the pattern
to the sacred fountain
that reflects no phantom.

12/02/2020

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