terça-feira, 7 de janeiro de 2014

Shadows cream
blue Lyla.

Steam on chest
with eyes beloved by dreams
and skies.

Naked as a fountain of youth
her smile caresses his beauty
- like a child he feels.

Sprinkled stars on the nights
of memories, infinite treasures
that no one knows
him so.

A cave to dive one
a will to follow
a god to lean on.

To learn. 

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