terça-feira, 27 de maio de 2014


like a weak candlelight,
he walked throught the dark and cold streets
longing for the sun to appear
and give back his strenght

at each dark corner, he knew he would find the wind
blowing like if it was his birthday
but he kept walking
hugging himself as if,
if he didn't,
he would disintegrate

the little boy was afraid

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