Manoel died
and the world...
The freighter cruises toward
a beautiful sunset...
Beneath the surface
of lonely tears...
False destiny
visits my sleep...
I may appear silent to you,
like my voice ran away with the wind...
A gentle kiss
escapes a blooming rose...
Your tone trembles
as words stagger...
A life without romance
was almost believable...
A broken heart is like a tar pit,
even though you get over someone...
Hesitation grows faster
as I struggle to gaze...
In this poem there's no frill,
sorry if it doesn't give you any chill...
Dreaming of him
is more heavenly...