AUGUSTO SILVA ACEVEDO
Poeta veterano en MP
GREEN HEART OF BLADES.
I am being subtracting April
and the moon like your smile they have
led only to punish my poor
rusted heart green sheets and
sad as the waterfall, crying every day,
night without moon and without hope or dreams.
OH APRIL´S WOMAN ! as it hurts the the
waterfall and the whole forest, because mourn
a flower does not make sense, but the colors
where your sighs and your oblivion grown ...
APRIL THERE! As nice've always been,
So kind, you gave me your roses and
the summer, and today, someone away from my passions
crazy, wrapped in gray clouds that cause me
seek the death itself, for a while to make a b
more to fight for you, the month of love, flowers,
you're out moons without guitars for theirus
sorrows and today we subtract the sole purposeus
to punish my heart rag and incense to negotiate it
my soul weep and implore God for this love; the
as always, the one who stayed in my subconscious ...
augus subtracted April 17, 2015.
I am being subtracting April
and the moon like your smile they have
led only to punish my poor
rusted heart green sheets and
sad as the waterfall, crying every day,
night without moon and without hope or dreams.
OH APRIL´S WOMAN ! as it hurts the the
waterfall and the whole forest, because mourn
a flower does not make sense, but the colors
where your sighs and your oblivion grown ...
APRIL THERE! As nice've always been,
So kind, you gave me your roses and
the summer, and today, someone away from my passions
crazy, wrapped in gray clouds that cause me
seek the death itself, for a while to make a b
more to fight for you, the month of love, flowers,
you're out moons without guitars for theirus
sorrows and today we subtract the sole purposeus
to punish my heart rag and incense to negotiate it
my soul weep and implore God for this love; the
as always, the one who stayed in my subconscious ...
augus subtracted April 17, 2015.
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