Death is not serene
‘Tis but a convulsion of sad memories
Foretold in a seismic slumber of the flesh
And acute tremor of fearful soul.
May the tensile but weak support of life
Prolongue these last minutes ‘till eternity
If not for her, for my vanity,
Collapsing age under profanity
Magmafied skin in rotten valley.
de ideias românticas... -estará o mundo cheio!?
13 years ago
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