quarta-feira, 29 de agosto de 2012

Nacre




Nacre

A clear night in calm sea
the chariot to stand pearl
in the logbook as poetic psalm
cartier wrist skin and pearl

copper wires in the enclosure
maturing a glass of Merlot
the fire of passion burning belt
the first instinct shot

the trunk never changes
with the warmth of the seasons
in the cold knowing the silent land
reganda with tears Hearts

your part is my
my whole entire your
Wind conducive to beauty queen
Romeo Juliet will drift.

Arthur Nett
21/06/2011

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