I sat on a wooden bench,
Landed a little bird and
Started to sing,
By my side
He sang and sang.
I, dressed of loneness
Felt the song warm me.
And I?!
Didn't know that song warms.
By
Elida Regina Pereira
Thursday, 2 October 2014
Spring
I saw the colorful by the window,
wearing a yellow skirt.
Yellow...
The sunflower's instinct
appearing in full season.
That's a reason...
We became pair.
It pulled me off that square.
Freedom's sensation for a while,
Still brought me a smile.
By
Elida Regina Pereira
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