Perhaps I am the poetry
that I cannot really write
doubting always the wrong and right
but making it precious jewelry.
I dare to live so many lives
that these lines will never say -
she comes and forgives
molding a new me out of clay.
Perhaps I am the poetess
all these write about
for I bare witness
of everything this heart pours out.
4 de julho de 2017
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