Ruins
The ruins are made of sugars and, melt the time.
Nothing will stay, beyond the flavors of the wind;
And the empty life is laying on the rocks
Storms say to me, that the route should be necessary.
While the limb slides down in remembrances on the sidewalk.
Copyright © Airton Parra | Year Posted 2010
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