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Tiago Mariano Oct 2017
Autumn, Winter, Spring, Summer,
Another year goes by.

Time stops moving, Autumn is nearby
A crying is heard, from up the moving sky
Children outside, playing on water
Adults inside, smiling to the rain

Time accelerates, Winter is here
Cold kicks in, ice falls down
Children outside, playing on snow
Adults inside, with comfy hot tea

Time to start again, Spring is back
Leaves and trees, all growing again
Children outside, playing with friends
Adults inside, watching the new trends

Time skips, Summer is gone
The hot days ahead, over they go
Children inside, back to studying again
Adults outside, enjoying life in their way
This one was a bit bias, I enjoy Autumn a lot more than summer, mostly because Summer is lonely
Tiago Mariano Oct 2017
Lacking emotion, i express through the words
These words so soundful, who echoe from the tunnels
Once inside, never come out on the other hole
Letters marked, throughout my nerves, as part of my body
A body filled with pain, shared with plenty
Rises from the ground, not coming out of the sky
If words could be changed, why didn't people change with them?
Probably because were humans, and we all make mistakes.
sometimes all you gotta do is remove It's meaning for all to be okay, making mistakes is part of humans and humans alone
Tiago Mariano Oct 2017
Blue, the color of the skies,
Blue, the color of the ocean,
Blue, the color of tranquility,
Blue, the color of creativity,
Oh, infinite Blue, I was looking for you
Oh, infinite Blue, where are you when i need you
Oh, infinite Blue, color my white canvas
Oh, infinite Blue, to keep away my black heart
That's why I love you, my colored pen Blue
I always loved a bit of blue in my life, whenever a little green, I pick up my pen and start moving it
Tiago Mariano Oct 2017
twinkle twinkle little star,
looking down from up the sky,
how far will you last I wonder,
bright living light,
twinkle twinkle on the dark space,
how long will I live at your side?
Starting small poems doesnt seem so bad, maybe one day i'll shine as bright

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