sábado, 13 de setembro de 2014

A Dance of Two Souls

Allow me to write you in English.
It just feels like it's the only way I can write it down.

Enjoy it
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In a bright blue sky of an Autumn morning
Flew a little frail bird
Against the cold winds of dawn
Beside endless and empty clouds

With wide spread wings
With wide open eyes
It defied Death in the rage of the weather
Seeking its own nest
Its own haven to rest
For its own flight was too hard to bear.

Though, when winds were not too cold
When sunlight had pierced through every shadow
When it was already midday
Another little frail bird
Started to fly beside the lone one

And they flew together
As their joy was as bright as the Sun

There was no wind that could chill their hearts
There was no rain that could tear them apart
There was no danger that could make them cry
There was no height that they could not fly
There was only a nest and a haven to rest

But then
When darkness grew across the sky
Loneliness echoed through the evening air
Nightmarish fears muttered in the ears of the frail bird
As it realized it was all alone
In the sorrowful night of falling leaves

No longer it had a friend to care
No longer it had aid of a friend

The frail bird stood strong on the branch of a huge tree
As its heavy heart was slowly taken over
By its deep feelings of sorrow and pain

That night, shadows were darker
The air was heavier
And cold lingered longer
For there was no sunrise for that little creature
As for it missed its friend
And withered
Drown in tears.


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