quinta-feira, 1 de dezembro de 2016

To the lips, the nectar of the flowers

By hidden path
Like the eagles on their rebirth
When to isolate itself to rejuvenate
On your wings plaining

The pearls in the depths to reproduce themselves
Passionate souls like pearls to lapidary themselves
As solitary eagles to renew themselves.
Orpheus plays his lyre for the angel to hear

Passion distributing love drops
Today the seeds in the gardens to transform themselves
When the spring arrives they presents themselves like flower

A smile appreciating a beautiful look
The nectar extracted from the flowers
Lips between open crave for kissing

By Poeta do Sertão