Читать книгу Distracted Thoughts - L.F. dos Santos - Страница 9

Consumed by the waves of time

perpetually untouchable

in the penumbra

deeply inside the rocks is cave

a fleshless corpse lies.

Where the moonlight evanesce,

where the salt water

had no room to embrace.

Fireflies welled up surprisingly

to bright this mystical place.

Every night in the same field,

where hope and dreams

were formerly forged.

They enter the cave

wearing the spirit

of a resplendent woman

performing an unusual ritual.

Shimmering energies,

portraying memories

dancing freely bare-foot

among the apple trees.

Grass stirs

breeding sounds

of joyful laughs

to fade in the first rays of dawn.