RHYME Poem: Escapes, by Luiz Miguel Pompeo Leal

The sweetest escape is not heavenmade
It doesn’t resemble angels with its facade
But can make me see god through the smile on his face

I could name you with a hundred lies and bathe you with golden mines,
But what good use would it be ? I want your state of mind
Any sin and virtue you intertwine

I need the truth that only comes when lovers set fire to disguises
You, faceless daydream that makes a fool out of me
I’ll nourish hazily, I’ll run like a mad man If you’re in the things I seek

Let me be at least a tiny street
You can rest on me when your too lost in your bliss
You already are home for all of my daydreams.

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