CHRISTIAN Paiva Poems

Somewhere in some distant time
Someone will recall these lines
They'll read about your golden hair
Your emerald eyes and skin so fair
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I do not know my shadow
For he looks the same to me
As the darkness on the ground
Cast by the cars and trees
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Pick the flowers
Let them die
Weep until
You cannot cry
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These city streets look different
Under the blanket of the night
Drenched in the orange glow
Emitted by the city lights
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Somewhere upon the seashore
The waves dance with the wind
In rhythm with the tide
They rise and fall again
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You've seen this place before
In a movie or a dream
Or on a summer night
When you were just eighteen
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Of all the autumn leaves
Falling from the sky
You were the only one
Who willingly took flight
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The leaves fall so quickly
Raptured by indifferent winds
They scatter and fall
Trampled underfoot and soon forgotten
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These days I think too much
About people I once knew
And places I've been
But can't return to
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I think no matter where I go
I shall always keep you close
Over mountains and forgotten streams
In movies and fragmented dreams
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