quinta-feira, 28 de dezembro de 2017

Contemplation

I delight on the fragile,
I yearn for the most visible,
I take love for the intimate.

Delicate hands, shaky from the battle,
gentle eyes in every appraisal,
the beauty of necks of fair fate.

20/12/2017

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