Gleaming light behind the tree where nothing shines,
I thought I didn't mind, but I did,
She was there standing in the light,
Behind somewhere, could not believe.
Could not believe how she could shine
Could not believe that I believed
Could not believe, was melting down
Like something else that wasn't me
Still she was there, shining
Like something that she is
I was impressed, not flying
Like I never did
She asked me if I could tell her a story
I asked her if she could tell me hers
She blushed, then started
Some seventeen before.
There is a something I must tell
Yet I find there's nothing left to tell.
A Ceiba speciosa e seu espinhos
2 years ago
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