Viola Poem by Darlan M Cunha

Viola



Living the aftermath of what's left of the fire
of so much yesterday
when the cow, little by little, went to the mud.

To live the amazement, the bitter chocolate
of walking aimlessly
with the devil behind, playing the viola.

Viola
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Darlan M Cunha

Darlan M Cunha

Medina, MG, Brazil
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