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HOPE GROWSWanderlino Arruda It's here, the frontier of magic lucidity, affection-love, fondness. Dream trip of light minutes, brightness-flight voracious and hot, lightning, vibration that still boils in majesty. Color on color, color inside color, skin and tone, illusory images more than real. Who knows the time? Who cares now? Today is amplitude more than yesterday, less than tomorrow. Hope grows! http://www.wanderlino.com.br http://www.wandercronicas.blogger.com.br/ Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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