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The Gravel-Walk

                          The Past

The open window looks at the sun.

The eye peers the horizon.

There is a looking-glass over the fender.

There is a smile in the sky.

A power comes and opens the gate.

The wind runs through the gravel-walk.

Walking, thinking, talking, siging

The little future remains dancing

                   and get boreous.

r.mello  14-15.07.2007

The Gravel-Walk

                          The Present

The yellow road starts to shine.

The sun looks at the horizon.

There is a forest between the bird and the kingdom.

There is a laught in the air.

A rainbow brights and meets the grass.

The brook passes swiftly through the gravel-walk.

Trumbling, jumping, shrieking, jesting

The little present begind to believe

                    And get glee.

r.mello 23.05.07

The Gravel-Walk

                          The Future

The gorgeous ship will be under the sea.

The candle lights the moon and the nothing.

There is an isle in the thought.

There is a sword crossed in the bare heart.

An hourglass measures the wasted time.

The neverending road cuts the gravel-walk.

Feeling, crying, peeping, raising

The little past begins to wonder

                                    to understand.

                      And get ridiculous.

r.mello        02.06.07

 Raquel Gewehr de Mello - 2013