Lucas Gabriel De Oliveira Almeida Poems

I've put so much of myself
Into people and places
Places I had to leave
People who've left me
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To see a tree against moonlight
Stand on a mountain far away
Take a walk under the night
Let yourself be led astray
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Through streets of grey
Walk souls made of clay
The Lord claims them all
Mere prizes on his wall
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So beautifully cruel
A beacon without light
So perfect that it hurts
It could illume my entire world
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Where the wind bashes my face
And the trees dance with grace
Where red and yellow taints the sky
In the sun`s sweet goodbye
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Among the crisscrossing hills of life
Are running rivers, carrying time

Downwards, it turns and falls
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He draws maps of made-up lands
Kings and Queens are born from his hands
Forests and lakes at the tip of his quill
In that world, all is bound to his will
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His hard and short journey began too soon
How many days has he spent under sun and moon
How many loves, how many pains
Has had that men, whose blood runs in my veins?
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