Orvalho
As vezes me sinto como um orvalho velho, cujo as raízes se aprofundaram demais absorvendo do bom e ruim.
As vezes nem percebendo os seres a minha volta que possívelmente me trariam a vida de volta
As vezes deixando cair cascas e folhas que nem minhocas ou vermes se aponderiam
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