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Seven long years has the desert rain
  Dropped on the clods that hide thy face;
Seven long years of sorrow and pain
  I have thought of thy burial-place.

Thought of thy fate in the distant west,
  Dying with none that loved thee near;
They who flung the earth on thy breast
  Turned from the spot williout a tear.

There, I think, on that lonely grave,
  Violets spring in the soft May shower;
There, in the summer breezes, wave
  Crimson phlox and moccasin flower.

There the turtles alight, and there
  Feeds with her fawn the timid doe;
There, when the winter woods are bare,
  Walks the wolf on the crackling snow.

Soon wilt thou wipe my tears away;
  All my task upon earth is done;
My poor father, old and gray,
  Slumbers beneath the churchyard stone.

In the dreams of my lonely bed,
  Ever thy form before me seems;
All night long I talk with the dead,
  All day long I think of my dreams.

This deep wound that bleeds and aches,
  This long pain, a sleepless pain--
When the Father my spirit takes,
  I shall feel it no more again.
 May 2016 Cláudio Costa
DCM
Life is not to be understood but to be taken              to its full potential
                                       A bit like love
               I don't know how our paths crossed or why we're here
             worrying on these questions is a sin
       For I enjoy the time we spend
                           The passion in your eyes is a dark brown yet shines a light hazel in the sun
         Black jet hair with every strand curling from end to end
                     My fingers running through it
I can feel your breath
              Releasing tension with each inhalation
       Whispering your doubts through every touch
     Your rich laugh full of sincerity allows for a smile
               Silence we share as we lean on each other
                        Everything around us could fall and we'd stay still in each other's arms
                       .Vulnerability.
To the moon and back
            Below the depths of the ocean
                         As high as birds can fly
As far as the milky way
        All the stars in the night sky combined
                                 As many times as the sun has set on the west
Every **** second since we first met
                 Have I always had feelings for you
                    Mediocre and immature at first
      Yet I've fallen completely and utterly in love with you
         Vulnerable love yet I leave it in your hands

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