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.
As ironias finas feito lâminas de faca, As falas arrastadas e (in)sinuosas, O despetalar sem dó das rosas da alma alheia, Não ...
And so, the desert starts to dream.
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