RUINS
RUINS
Ruins of what we see now,
And I try to hide any plot
And even when a smile
impart
Will you leave me now
devours,
And both could without
hours
Life will know every secret
And having my way bitter
and distant
The end is already
approaching and nothing anchors
A ship lost in storms
And you know so far any
pier
Besides this shroud in
green tones
The days in continuing pain
and sorrow
Only the immense cold flows
in me
Death of hearing the bells
sounds pretty...
MARCOS LOURES
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