The wind blow
Strongly that
The little stones
Dancing between them.
The vision shows
Only mountains
Of absolutely nothing.
In a piece of
That hot fire,
One seed is
Growing up.
That place don’t
Have conditions
For her survive
But she wants to live.
She gets what she
Needs to be fragile,
In the deep of
The heart of love.
The time pass
And she is being
A beautiful thing.
Therefore that
All that atmosphere
Try everyday to
Finish with her.
At the end
The important thing
Is that she becomes
A simple flower
And her future
Is being in
The sun desert.
Catherina
quarta-feira, 18 de março de 2009
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