
In a narrow clue
Her eyes are open
But she sleeps deeply
And she is a target on the move
Try to enter in her world
Footsteps giving in her direction
Surviving all the barriers
Her mind is always somewhere
Fugitive from reality
A traveller is on the run..
Where is she?
Nobody seems to know..
André Castro
Tu até em inglês crias belos poemas. Gostei.
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