If only it really was
what he had sold
to me and to you...
Not that we care,
as long as he won't spare
us the great honor
of that dark color.
That's just what you do,
what makes you royal
and shine
beyond any shrine,
the house to which you're loyal,
your sweet non-excuse
in shades of brown and blues.
Your voice of honey, boy,
has successfully and with joy
delivered the prettiest lie I was ever told,
so I'll just let this one pass.
5 de outubro de 2019
Tomara tu soubesses, poetisa
ResponderExcluirO quanto um pranto tanto em mim repisa
Ao que à brisa canto encanto das tuas rimas
Em expressas preces primas és precisa
GK
Pranto?
ResponderExcluirAh, não precisa ou quer ser tanto
a não ser música tocada de canto.
É o olho de quem lê que deixa o verso santo.
- LBS
Linda!
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