............what goes................




perhaps just not used to any of it, you know
...the whole pop goes the weasel factor of how it all came about
...........and then with it,
the silent rules of a silent game.............

..among those rules of the heart...

the somewhat expected aftershock effect
was purposely stirred into a blind spot.

could I have known that my absolute carefree state was breeding grounds for brand new feelings,
sweet little sprouts of emotions, growing out of sidewalk cracks?

damn words so light as pencil sketches on watercolor paper.

have you ever seen early morning dew on a quenched bonfire?




poem by ana cissa pinto

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  1. What a beautiful poem.

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  2. Poema bonito, vivo, um pouco misterioso. Bom!

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