Always Tomorrow Poem by Luis Resende

Always Tomorrow

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Mirrors avoid my face
even noticing I´ve never loved it.
Passing through its static place,
proudness overlaps vanity.
If it were a boat, that was not a wharf
Even being a thing, I won´t be desire
´cause in me, in me not aim along.
By the woods of loneliness,
I get ride of mortal crowd
and dreaming...
comes to a new falling dawn.

Tuesday, May 26, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: loneliness,poetry,woods
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