STONES IN THE GARDEN

PEDRAS NO JARDIM 
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It is time for reflection and introspection.
As a penance, I will live as illiterate.
Single mother of philosophy, nothing written
when I fail, just paste the pieces of poetry.

This is the moment of clarity, acceptance.
It won the reason, feeling excluded from you.
I was the desire with no partner against the tide.
How to be a poet without calling for the illusion?

I keep on loading you as a burden
wherever I walk. I am really exhausted.
Dragging my heart always gagged
in fiber sheet flandes all wrapped.

No words were spent in the farewell,
the silence was more incisive, I see
We were stones together without fire,
returning to the habitat of our reality.

As a consolation, only the revenge
that you won't have your surname
near mine in eternity ... Empty full of ivy
crystallized in the Cupid's garden.