She's like the weather
on a summer day:
warms drops of water
falling over me.
She's arround me,
She surrounds me.
Her breath is the wind
that numbles my senses.
Beauty is her curse,
love is her course.
She's damned, like me.
We, both,
rush to our deaths.
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rapaz, bela poesia!
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