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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