quinta-feira, 16 de abril de 2020

Turning point

Who would have thought
that in an innocent day
of May
and glory of spring
on one side
would have brought
a man made and returned
from a love that must have burned
and now is under the frozen lake
maybe with his life at stake
coming from the bottom and the back
like a rich meal
only to steal
all
in my fall -
whatever might have been left
with nowhere to hide...

05/04/2020

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