My soul only calms when a pencil put the hand
And in a paper piece all that I feel let slide
About that perfect marriage
Yes because a poem nothing more belongs than the simples encounter of two antagonistic forms
That even so they cohabit and can do
People we amaze with the there written risks
How the prettiest is that pencil and paper already started most talk.
terça-feira, 23 de fevereiro de 2010
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