You are the cure for the ugliest of hatred. You are the splendor of the blackened souls. You are the stolen heart of every person in love. You are a drop of every tuned river. You are the romance of every kiss. You are the serenade of every fool. You are the shiver of every touch. You are the whisper of every pleasure. You are the crying of satisfaction.
You are everyone's invention. You are everyone's love. You are everyone's poetry. You are everyone's devotion. You are the purest of melodies.
You are you. Stupendously sufficient, magnificently desirable. You are the quality of imperfection. You are every chord of every song. You are the Grace. You are a good man.
You were Jeff Buckley.
Ass: Bells.
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ResponderExcluirTô pasma com o que você escreveu, nem tenho palavras para descrever o que sinto depois que li esse poema. A única coisa na qual consigo escrever, nesse momento, é que tudo o que tá escrito resume toda a beleza da vida, da trajetória e dos sentimentos de quem foi Jeff Buckley...
ResponderExcluirObrigada, gente. :)
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