Clovisvaldo Marques Baleeiro


We Don't Wanna Remember

wets the shower, blandly the flowers, in the garden;
droplets of water attain the old house roof, in harmony,
again... and again and again...

The face of a small pond starts rippling,
The damp of the dew dims the windowpane,
The whir and whirl of the wind continues,
in the morning and in the evening,
spinning, spinning, spinning.

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