The Sovereign Poem by Darlan M Cunha
The Sovereign
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Ah, dear friend, fear is an immense world, still an almost illustrious unknown, that's because among other nuances, he has many faces, many trejects, and presents himself even without a face, that is,
in his most dreadful announcement, and this makes us run, run, scream, sweat and suffer an enormous high on the palpitation.
Indefinite, fear is sovereign, it is our company as old as we are, fearful under lightning, thunder, earthquakes, tsunamis, fires in the forests on the men and women of the caves - our great-great-grandfathers.
Yes, fear is sovereign.
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8/9/2025 2:34:35 PM # 1.0.0
Dear Toni, as soon as I read a comment from you in my post " Drinking Fountain" , this poem appeared immediately, and I wrote it now - 25-02-2020,5: 30pm, Brasília - Brazil time. The oil canvas that accompanies The oil canvas that accompanies this poem was painted by my late brother Múcio M Cunha (29 years old) .