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ÁŤ ĞÁMĔ, Carlos Saramago
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Let go of the past
Old ghosts will never
Fill your soul.
Don’t believe them
When they whisper promises;
They will feed on what’s left
And when all is hallow
They will take you
For their home
You won’t even notice
Your heart going cold
Then one day
It will stop
And you will become a ghost
Too…
Isa,
ResponderExcluirLet's keep from believing them…
Your words always make me feel like flying over clouds.
Thank you!
Kiss.
No... Thank you! :)
ResponderExcluirKiss
Parabéns Isa!
ResponderExcluirAmei o poema e já estou seguindo teu blog para ficar por dentro do que fazes ^^
Beijos! :)
Bom que gostou, Cássia! :)
ExcluirMas o blog não é meu...! Tive o prazer de ser convidada para fazer parte dos autores! :)