domingo, 6 de janeiro de 2019

Unexpectancy

There has never been a gift
as welcomed and swift
or more ours
at this sacred hour
than a flower
from a flower
wrapped up in flowers
that is you.

You, who threw yourself away
for the world to catch,
light the match
and know your name
for whatever you do
wouldn't be the one to blame
for deserving the world on a silver tray
that I'd give you, if I could.

03/01/2019

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