The eye of the hurricane

Data 09/04/2015 13:37:05 | Tópico: Sonetos

I thought I could hide this pain
With a sweet candy of mint,
But I can no longer sustain
This happyness long extinct.

No directions and no hint,
Just confusion in the brain.
No bridge to make the link!
No strength to break the chain!

Little things shall remain!
The ones picked by instinct
From the eye of the hurricane.

And a bottle of absinthe,
Meant to keep me sane
On those days I feel distinct.

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