sexta-feira, 27 de maio de 2011

Answer to a Sonnet by J. H. Reynalds

I’m going nowhere
I live among the whispers of the nature
Carried by the winds
Like a butterfly with no home

I have so many untold secrets in my basket
That only the trees know
Flowers are my listeners
And my conflicts only God knows

You say you wanna come to mah life
You say you wanna put mah basket of stories in a safe place
These stories can be told in mah bed of roses
Through whispers on mah grass-green pillow

And together we shall be a secret society
The flowers and us…

(Posted by Lis Machado, Adriano Neves, Leandro Nascimento)

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