Distracted Thoughts. L.F. dos Santos

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СКАЧАТЬ the „tamest“ majestic creature

      veiled by the light

      dances in trance

      endeavouring in dramatic moves.

      Surreal pirouettes reverberating

      waves of joy

      to feed her ravenous demons.

       The Hood

      Drown in yesterday is waters,

      her mother succumbed,

      soaked in alcohol and pills.

      Shadows of grey tainted and marbled in sorrow

      the face of a joyful girl of eleven.

      Her eyes reddened drenched by tears

      obscured by a muddy, torn hood.

      Concealing the purple stains of grief

      carved on her childlike skinny face.

      A perturbed soul demanding care,

      wasted and thrown into the darkest side of the abyss.

      Screaming on the inside

      lamenting while suffering.

      Blaming herself,

      for the burden of being born.

       The Stage

      A dancing cloud of kaleidoscopic smoke

      shimmering in the holy stage.

      Vibrating at the sound of the violin

      in complicity the crowd stands,

      applauding in a plethora.

      The nightmare was rough

      induced by insecurity,

      but the success is overwhelming.

      Instead of drowning and sinking in the ocean.

      Like a newborn star,

      she is shining on the stage is pedestal.

       Luscious

      Her teeth pressing his flesh

      in a concupiscent gesture.

      Flowing gently whilst descend

      flurry dismissed their conscious minds.

      Lust scatters candid and proud

      physiques like magnets

      interplay in their eloquence.

      Accurately in its flow

      fire rising ardent in the core

      blood effervescently boils.

      Intimacy attached

      in an extroverted ardour.

      Endorphin conspicuously disobedient

      galloping to its culmination.

      Their frames trembling

      succumb to fiercely desire.

       The Hermit

      Arching to the conventional summon of life

      for the second time deforming its structure

      establishing in that way the balance.

      Exposing its branches

      like wings piercing the sprayed fragments

      scattered through the winds

      without harming its roots.

      Churning, embracing, the untamed menace.

      In the same way men,

      courteous, remarkable,

      develop while living.

      Withstand the coarse environment

      depending on bestowed trifles

      building strategies to step the future.

      It is in the struggle of surviving that the senses are sharpened

      preventing with strong foundations against all the odds.

      In a freely seclusion searching for answers,

      for divine nourishment.

      Striving to convey love instead of void

      in its mossy hermit lap, where life spread

      in every inch of virgin soil.

      A home, a place to settle down, a paradise on earth.

       The Crime

      The day is gloomy,

      the air is cold difficult to breathe in.

      The haze proudly spreads intensity

      below the bright park is wood bench.

      Leaves abound, surrounding

      the peculiar place.

      An evanescent image of a girl

      wearing a white gown,

      erupts the senses every single night.

      Her eyes fixed on the park is steel portal

      waiting for the prince,

      yearning to prize him with the novelties

      She was happy, she was so happy!

      Her eyes glittered with joy under the park is lamp.

      A rose without its sharp thorns,

      innocent and kind,

      carrying a baby inside her.

      Time glided by, and dusk engulfed

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