A Refugee of Poetry
musings on life and its many possibilities
Thursday, March 24, 2011
o noite...[the night]
...a curtain of light,
someday there will be no darkness,
just the light of stars,
filling the sky like grains of sand can fill hands...
then they will miss the night,
wonder about people like us,
who only saw so far...but saw far more beauty
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