Fernando Pessoa

 Fernando Pessoa



Dreams still dreaming and long forgotten
buried deep in the empty graves of hope
seeking forgiveness for society's divide
our epitaph reads "here lays our humanity"
or is life just a metallic fraction of the whole
and dreams just competition of what we never achieved
and we are left with rust instead of blood
haunted by diamonds never cut
or prayers seeking an eternal lie
seeing inspiration in trees reaching heaven
just because they know no other way to grow
finding in the end a new beginning
and serenity in promises of what might have been

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