Marina Dias Paiva
Feb 23, 2017 · 1 min read

O vento tocou meu rosto

E ali pude sentir

Além do leve mover das pálpebras

O sopro da vida em mim.

Um ar frio irrompeu minha pele

Respondi num mudo e único arrepio

O vento me trouxe de volta

Aqui fui o que sou.

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