I like what you're trying to do –
this one
is a few drafts away from
being finished, I'd say.
The sally tree went pale
in every touch
I was standing watching you
take the leaves
as if your fingers
were walking on the ground.
Arabescos do Vento
Eu gosto do que estás a tentar fazer-
isto é
algum esboço longe de
estar terminado, digo eu.
O salgueiro fica pálido
a cada toque
eu estou sentado a observar-te
tomas as folhas
como se teus dedos
andassem pelo chão.
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