by Eduardo Santos
You do not understand:
The voice embargo,
The puzzled look,
The anguish on his face.
The steps are slow,
Heavy walk,
The soul cries.
It is the tear,
A single tear.
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.
