Poetry is free as the wind, if spreading by time!

immortal

Looking for a song
When my love is recognized,
Just a melody
Able to brighten the day,
Easy to hum
How is love,
A guitar solo
To strike the heart beat,
Which to be recognized
Do not have to pay attention,
Where even the inattentive
Can feel the joy of love,
Undying love and life,
What is reborn with each beat!




Poetry "immortal" You read in Portuguese click here

...Sempre olhe a vida com olhos curiosos, ela sempre tem algo a mais pra nós mostrar...e na displicência do dia-a-dia, na correria nos escapa aos olhos esta magia!IJ.