the leaves turn downward
warmth seeps terras noble flesh
the breeze soothes your groans
a foggy diamond
cuts a glimmer at the dawn
a breeze touches clay
the stars twinkle slow
illuminating the path
final breeze of air
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Beautiful! Tragic and melancholic! Congrats poeta, you are so talented! Keep it up
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Obrigado Poeta you’re very kind. Thanks for reading!
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