allan macli borges Poems

Never the dreams become true
As we await for miracles from above
Where nothing's living to give us hope
Never the dreams become true
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The earth changes every minute beneath my feet
From the deep arise mountains that I can’t reach
I feel the swallowing whistle of the hurricane
As the ground opens below tearing down my blame
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Tears
She cries a silent moan into the night
For the deserved resting seems never come
Opened eyes to see… just same sight
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I remember the day when I saw her
In that t-shirt I liked she was wearing
She was too pretty for me – I thought
From the window I’m just staring
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From the clouds she came into a smoke
Reminiscence of the gold age
When the gods fallen on their sleepiness
Having no man to starts their race
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The day has come to his rising
Echoes of the hammer recovering
Ripping the all ages icons up
No chance for them getting over
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We’re born free, ready to learn all about everything;
When we opened the eyes at that fatal day,
We couldn’t imagine what was longing for us.
Inside was so soft, calm and comfortable;
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An airplane lands
In the house of the brave
Hope increases in the heart of the prey
But the hunter was unleashed again
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No one knows the hard is living like this
Blank pages waiting for my pen’s ink
Pieces of me scratched under that sun
There are so many songs I wanted to sing
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Who lives on me?
Throughout the years was someone else
But one day I woke up free
Never more afraid the death
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