Serenade Poem by Sirlanio Jorge Dias Gomes

Serenade



Sing the soul to the infinite moonlight,
Finite of life in night of verses,
Window of feelings immersed,
Sweet concert of blessed air.

Look at the sky itself, the grief,
Loving the breeze in a scattered tone
Free from the illusions,
Rimando the stars the verdict.

Said to the universe in its desert
Let not mourning be stopped,
And finding love reveals;

The misfortunes in total disenchantment,
Wide of hope awake
In the light where the corner was kept.

Sunday, May 14, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: emotional
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Sirlanio Jorge Dias Gomes

Sirlanio Jorge Dias Gomes

Brazil-Minas Gerais-João Monlevade
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