sexta-feira, 29 de agosto de 2014

Lordes

Of course, Oh love, Oh desperation,
O rage!
Ôrage!
Ó raios,
O rare,
O ray of light
light that beams, trickles and splinters
in sprockets of spirit, sprinting
down the lane, down the day
as the sun downs and dawns
endow the dowager
And gain the glory of geysers eternal