by Eduardo Santos
The land screaming.
Stars falls.
The skin in fire.
Bulging eyes.
Lips resected.
Feet throbs.
The soul cries.
The love died.
It's the hell.
Makes sense.
From:
Eduardo Santos
Copyright ©:
2015
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ABOUT THE POET ~
I am a brazilian poet. I believe that we should learn to feel the essential, no more and no less, just the essential.
Last updated August 29, 2015