Friday, March 26, 2010

The heart painting

When the sun came...
Welcomed the beautiful morning...
Washed dew...
In the wet leaves...

Like your smile...
The faithful greet me ...
Made me be enchanted...
Without could speak...

Your smile indeed the difference...
Be full of the sincerity...
The sincerity of a woman...
That loved a man...

Now that smile...
Not for me anymore...
Disappears...
Like at dusk...
That changed the night...

The smile...
Only became the heart painting...
Still whines up to now...
Although still was tomorrow...
And the same sun.

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