Over Color Desert
From the crystals’ broken of lights
Or dead link-the souls’ marines
By machine pip-out targeting apical
Snares by the roads —
Through of demolishing the tools that
Throve flats up for peace . . .
It took the leash by the saw
The gloss of the desert thy help
In confront, any wakeful dream up
Watchfully rolls been fielding —
By mindful fields, the gloss that regrets
Of course a soul it’s matter,
The hero-the weapon
In avail words of freedom
And carry it clearly over the esteem
By gloss of the desert!
In peace thou insures of earth.
Copyright © Ciro Toledo | Year Posted 2007
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