Ayrtonn Bautista


The Hills Of Brazil - Poem by Ayrtonn Bautista

A lovely starry night in your eyes
Falling below like a sweet red rose
As the new dawn begins to rise
The float and cattle start to repose

Rocks and twigs is all we need
For our home in between the hills
Plowing and planting our seed
Across the mountains in Brazil

A flock of birds sing in our love
Following the valley’s sunlight
In commemoration of our rose
With the moon dress in white

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, December 8, 2013

Poem Edited: Monday, December 9, 2013


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