Desert
The desert is made of nothing
Inner, swimming the thoughts.
Just as it feels like,
Come from somewhere, goes to nowhere.
Yesterday doesn't belong to us,
Tomorrow? Who knows.
But today, we have feelings,
That nothing belongs to us,
Whatever,
Just nothing.
Copyright © Airton Parra | Year Posted 2014
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