quinta-feira, 21 de setembro de 2017

The rise and fall of Lucia

Daddy's little girl,
the favourite, the only one,
his best work, his pearl,
as bright as the second sun.

By some summer night
was a woman grown
aware of all the light
above all else her very own.

But when she raised her voice
to speak of built truth
of one who wants more,

the response was not ruth
but imposed choice -
I saw an empty shell by the shore.

22/07/2017

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