segunda-feira, 2 de novembro de 2026

Making Thorugh (poem)

 Most of what I've lost

I know I never really had

When we come down to the street,

nobody tells us what's ahead

I was born in Human Hope,

the city founded in old dreams

We carry the remembrance

of what comes from all new schemes

Your eyes bounce with the boat

but always find me in straight line

Makes me wonder what's the doubt,

What has no form I'll leave behind

And I'll make through