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| Poesias-->Little Warrior -- 27/06/2002 - 18:05 (Oliver Quinto) |
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Little Warrior
There’s no anger for what is to come and I
have traded the fight’s anguish for
the intrinsical desire to resist.
I can’t sustain this skin,
when your glance’s sureness
undress me like a whirlpool of autumn’s leafs-like-wings
and grits my thougts in layers
of condensed milk.
Gradually,
I surrender myself
to your peaceful genteelness
like a bonsai at the seaside of the abyss.
’Cause it must be peaceful down there. |
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