sexta-feira, 23 de novembro de 2018

Poema 216

It comes in waves 
Like the sea at the beach 
It has many shapes 
Lots of ways to reach me 
You can’t control the nature 
Because we are just settled in it 
I only deal with the phases 
The god and bad ones I live
Suddenly I gasp in the ocean 
The feeling is being washed 
I prepare myself to the next
There are senses you cannot stop

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