The lyre of my dreams
The sleeping time
I wake up stunned
Love is gone, defeated!
Crazy, dawn,
In disproportionate defenses,
The law and longing,
Now moved.
Constant instance,
Divine Comedy,
The light of your eyes,
Bewildered cabrocha.
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About the Creator
marcia regina miranda de oliveira
I've always enjoyed reading to escape from reality, art in general is a thermometer of how much we still feel, a trace of humanity. I believe that God has given me the gift of writing to comfort those in need.
Comments (2)
Is it Dante’s divine comedy you’re referring too? Great work!
A wonderful poem.