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Leocardo Reis Oct 2021
I am as snow in warmth of dawn,
I cannot linger
for too long.
Leocardo Reis Oct 2021
By writing love poems,
I have learned
that I only know how
to express
sadness,
not love.
Leocardo Reis Oct 2021
To eat alone
is to think
of another.
Leocardo Reis Oct 2021
My heart is in
a terrible state,
so I choose
to roam this city,
to ward off boredom
and the questions
I ask myself
about you
before I sleep.
Leocardo Reis Sep 2021
A love
that blossoms
like a flower
before a storm.

Will you see it
before it is stripped
of its petals?
Before it is trampled
and ripped out by its roots?
Leocardo Reis Sep 2021
A flower
that blooms
before a drought,
will wilt
without having
lived.

To think of you,
is to have such
thoughts.
Leocardo Reis Sep 2021
Should the leaves of a tree
feel embittered
that they must one day
expire in Autumn?
Likewise,
should I harbour
resentment
if I am to
fade into memory?
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