Treasure Island

Carlos Aragao

(10-17-1959 / Brazil)

Lost verse

I had this verse,
Inside my mind,
That I can't remember....

I Know it is there,
I Know it is perfect,
I just can't sing it......

Of all the moments,
That my life is made of,
This verse, will make a difference,
It's a statement,
It's my pride.

It's just illogical,
Full of non sense,
Rainbows and colors....
Plentiful of happiness.

But I can't find...
(Was here just a moment ago...)
... and now, is no more...

It's like a dream,
You believe is real,
Till you wake in fear.

It takes two,
To be happy under the moon,
Takes two,
For the perfection of a frugal conversation,

Takes two,
to make life real and tasteful,
And that verse, will be forever lost...
Just because you....

Submitted: Sunday, September 30, 2007
Edited: Sunday, January 20, 2013

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