H O P E
Even on exposed sores
as scars,
realities on display show
fractures... the macambúzio
country whips in the wind...
Blow away the ashes that stubbornly
stay in sight...
But it seems that now
a new scene shows
new landscape...
new flags start
to flutter...
new corners command
the renewal of dead acts...
Hope changes her clothes,
and the feathers for so long
desired start to wear
the migrating birds that
bring good news and
new dawns... !
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