A maN_OBRA

quinta-feira, novembro 18, 2004

A red, red rose
Blossoms in wonder,
As did our love
Too long ago.
I see the spines now
Like I did then
But now I fear
‘Cause I’ve been stung.
And still I long and sigh,
Remembering the past,
I miss the warmth,
I cry for help.

posted by Nelson Pereira at 18:38

1 Comments:

Anonymous Anónimo said...

A beleza do espírito, causa admiração; a da alma, estima; e a do corpo, amor.
S.

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