Monday, April 02, 2012

A poem by Teresinka Pereira

It is springtime
we get the ability
to renew the desire
and our determination
to be reborn with the flowers.
Yesterday's glory or sadness
is converted into the
smoky erudition of knowledge
and go unnoticed to oblivion.
Only the future possesses
the hope that brings 
Spring, Passover and Easter's

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