In spite of all
that is mad and gray,
they too rise and fall
and once hunters, become prey.
Though golden may be your throne
it shall not outshine what flowers
through scream and stone
to live off all fair powers.
Life knows us and is patient -
may it give us the cracks
where in an old pavement
shall show and walk whom it lacks.
15/10/2017
Nenhum comentário:
Postar um comentário
Obrigada pelo feedback!