The sky poured a gentle
drizzle over the earth,
and the smell of it hung
in the air while the icy twilight breeze,
interspersed between the
rustling of the tree
leaves, entered through
the door.
A weak and exhausted body
lies down, wanting to live
in that cold january dusk,
until eternity.
But now, everything is
boredom and pain.
Marcus Alves
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