where evils and torments hide
in the closet under boxes
inside urns of times forgotten
and disposed of like a bomb
glory be if it comes
by light but the night
is a begger and to hide away
her love she stabs me in my heart
the man will leave and take
away what will save him for
a day without noticing the silence
in the hills
of all the tools that have been
given by the only tree of life
depends on many factors writ in bloods
words less spoken 
So much wisdom in these words. Excellently done.
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Thank you, Violet! 🙂
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Poeta! Beautiful and complex! What does the title means? Obrigado
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it translates roughly to “what now, my people” 🙂 thanks for reading!
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Obrigado!
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