Distracted Thoughts. L.F. dos Santos

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      The verdant soil now changes

      into a pallet of warm colours,

      red, yellow and brown hues enrich the royal tapestry.

      The lazy sunshine tempers the breeze

      scattering its golden rays,

      painting in gold the vastness of the orb.

      The playful wind whispering a cadence

      of decay, sweeping away the leaves

      in a journey of dissolution and decay.

      The greens and browns turning

      into sepia.

      The nude desolate environment wears

      shades of grey in his neglected veil of Autumn.

      The ceremonial costume emerges to honour

      the arrival of harsh, maleficent Winter.

       The Bird Goddess

      Her name is Iness.

      She is dancing with all the birds of the forest performing

      rituals.

      Her bare feet softly caress the green plains

      on the wet soils.

      Like a small hummingbird

      iridescent,

      swiftly flapping her silk wings.

      Hovering gracefully in the haze

      freely embracing her fate.

      The lady of the light

      blessed with magic wings

      to protect

      to project God is energy,

      flapping her wings

      to clean the sins of the sinners.

      To command her ravens to a sacred journey

      gathering and guiding the wanderers is souls to the light.

       The Magic Hood

      She was lost

      the day someone told her to go

      and never come back.

      Shadows of grey

      painted and marbled of sorrow

      the face of a teenager of sixteen.

      Her eyes reddened drenched by tears

      obscured by a muddy tainted hood.

      Concealing the purple stains of grief,

      carved on her skinny face,

      personifying a perturbed soul demanding care

      a human being lost

      dragged into the darkest side of the abyss.

      Screaming inside

      blaming herself,

      expecting while suffering.

      Walking on the corridor of time

      wandering thoughtful, justifying the unjustifiable.

      She wore an invisible cloak as a talisman, as a shield.

      A magic hood with a white rose sprinkled with blood imprinted

      to conceal to protect her from the merciless claws of

      fate.

       The Ark

      God has reserved this paradise

      for a haven of a myriad of living species.

      Below the radiant sun is veil

      masked by the golden clouds

      In this arch where hope prospers.

      Among the yellow, greens, and brown

      that painted the sane quietness of the milieu.

      Time in snail is pace beguiles me,

      and the spirit of her,

      my precious.

       Victory

      Her first win

      standard of hard work

      and devotion

      the constant improvements

      attained inch by inch

      bruise after bruise in the past

      catapulted her

      with the aura of excellence

      to the present.

      Champagne still bubbles

      between her lips

      the flavour associated

      to the victory

      fills her heart with joy.

       Angel-or-Demon

      Heaven and hell

      darkness and light

      dwelling in this temple

      in consonance

      since the dawn of time.

      On this dim light stage

      shadows collide

      wearing beauty from living forms.

      Gelid look corporal poems

      mechanical expressions

      mirroring transcendence in her affray.

      On this pedestal of men

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