The cloth was tight,
Blinding her sight.
She wanted to see what was beyond,
But she can't pull it off.
She felt it though still,
She went on, she decided.
She didn't fight,
She took in all she was given.
VOCÊ ESTÁ LENDO
The Dancing Fire and The Broken Bridges
PoetryThe fire danced, Beyond the heavens. It was high, And it can't see sadness. The time has come, The bridge was broken. It can't see light, And it felt lonely once again. - A compilation of my poems. May or may not match your mood. Still worth a read.
