All Kinds Of Men Walking In The Silent Spaces Of A Dream
The silences fought the nights that,
We maysome day soondie in a ferocious battles,
Life may bury its angry recognitions,
Bright brains,
Less talented brothers,
Kings or all the usurpers,
Nor loud words in the heights of his grandeur, nor silence in his blistering blights,
Will un provoke this anger,
He will always be just a man, justa thought that i can remember,
A memory of the autumn'sgrace,
When he was just your son,
The eldest daughter, you were born to be my mother, or a father that once my memories saved as a relic,
A provoking thought in space that you were once mine, long ago as far as i canremember,
Once in an open space, when we were seen walking,
All kinds of good men, wrecking men, less than fashionable men walking in the silent spaces of a dream,
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