domingo, 29 de abril de 2012

Sonnet Unlistened: Unsound

So far, so close
a question flows
inside a head
with silence doubt.

World goes ahead
through furious red,
spreading fault,
cruelty in shine.

The fate is a crime,
strong fragile rose:
a blood burst o'rhyme.

So distant in close,
we keep on being led.
Mute quest made of noise.

Sário Ferreira - 29/04/2012

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