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.
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.
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