Marco

Marco

Todos os messes,
todos os dias
a meta é um marco,
uma linha 
no horizonte
e com menos, 
eu construo 
a minha ponte
faço muito, 
nesse ritmo 
constante.

Vou além 
rompo as barreiras
nos altos e baixos, 
viajo
nas asas 
das canseiras
com pouco, 
muito faço, 
mais e mais.
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