:::em tudo (foto: Rafael Bertelli)

terça-feira, novembro 05, 2013

To Mo

She smells like wood
Like an afternoon in the forest
The sunset through the trees
Rays of colour-lights swim
On the surface of a river
A silent river a silent sigh
Screams from her eyes the pain
Of a broken romance

It is night in the forest
Her hair still shines
There is smoke on the trees  from our cigarettes
We all celebrate around the dark
Her smile still lightens
Now with the sun in its rise
There is never enough of her

To take us to bed
To kiss us good night

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