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| Joana. |
It blows softly Trespassing my soul Turning and revolving In an endless parting and returning Swirling through the strands of clouds That entwined in its whistles Dance in a confused manner And the light of the night's lamps Corrupts the dawn And blinds the eyes With a fake feeling of day And the little pieces Of a fragmented pavement Lie under my feet Like submissive structures Of a cold society I wait The waiting seems unending And the nauseating smell Of burning chemicals Prolongs the stillness And increases the fear Pencils drop to the floor And apprehension invades the air With a suffocating tension That drags my oxygen with it I see then The mistakes So clearly And your eyes now seem so much closer Than before Dark green Of a deep and mysterious forest Where I've lost myself And where I'll remain lost Until the wind departs again Leaving behind Empty decipherable words Of your meaningful sounds And vanishes through the purple smoke. |
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