quarta-feira, 11 de setembro de 2013

Just a poem

I have you in my heart now
a needlework,
a scar

as I was marked

with iron and fire
in line for the ritual

Sweat, blood and tears

are made as the same 
something was to be written on it

or maybe already is
Is your soul visiting mine
and cheering my spirit?

Because I feel it
the smell, the beat
the light