the lilies
Lilies
almost perfect
how much beauty
How much love
When will I be able to do beautiful things?
May they be eternal in love
the lightness
Plural of everything beautiful
Once again
I come across
As love
Soft
I come to cry
sometimes smile
Meaningless
and aimlessly
Soaring through the clouds
From the sky
that I can't touch
I search in a hurry
Beauty
Perfection
in each letter
in every chorus
To dream
As love
how perfect
Abysses separate us
Without end.
Cláudio Andrade
2022-02-03
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