sábado, 19 de febrero de 2011

love poem

My soul is wild, thats calls you to it-

Wild as a river or a wood.

And it is useless to seek in it

a gentle mood.

I am like turbid waters running

they may not turn around

and never give to the same root

nor the same ground,

You heard a whisper but it wasn´t

the call of love.

And now the hungry sea before us

shall have us both.

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