the curtain flaps in the clumsy breeze
my heart beats down
the coolness of the aging day
appears to release the hope evading me
it is alright now
i accept what came and went
in the treks of time today
my face has become stronger
the longing has receded like the curtain
in that room where history is made
and played out in my head
one tear at the time
words less spoken 
Sad but truly beautiful! Thank you for sharing, poeta
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Obrigado, Poeta!
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