sexta-feira, 3 de maio de 2013

My Poem#24 He touches herself



He touches herself

When a boy meets himself
He touches the Love with his bare hands
A seed that must grow with urgency

The walls screams and cries in despair
When she see a white room in her heart
Showing the dream of a flower in the desert

Ages and ages unfold the true desires
They find the path into the skies
When the rain drops is like a waterfall

André Araujo Ribeiro

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