terça-feira, 9 de setembro de 2014

Life's smoke

Lost love
guileful,
by asphalte
anoited.
In solitude's tar
bitter,
burning on culvert's
corners.
Penetrates in tired
dreams,
strains the death
annunciation.
But life's a bitter
smoke,
cigarette ashes
dissoved.
In each wet skin
forgiveness,
for that on a suspended
belvedere,
amalgamate hands
on horizon,
without absurd lashing
at least.

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