DESERT
Silence. All around.
Until she started paying attention,
And heard the wind haul
The grains of sand in the air.
The desert was alive,
After all.
Cansada De tanto ter, Tanto querer E nunca ter nada. As mãos atadas, Vida regrada Palavras prontas, Cansada, cansada, cansada... Nada me...
And so, the desert starts to dream.
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