Leaves are playing
Creating shapes
In the pages in front of me
Distracting my eyes
Now seeking the outside
Where the sunlight
Warms up the ground
Green and brown
So peacefully
I could rest in that bed
Made from the most simple
Nature gifts
You could lie with me
But you wouldn't do me
The favor
Even if I cried
Even if I died
I'll stay dreaming while awake
Losing my mind with stories of other time
Not mine to tell
In her hands
In your memory
Someone that's not you
And not me
I could die
quinta-feira, 17 de setembro de 2015
Sunlight and Glass
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