Words of the Ocean deep


smiling pain covers,
weary souls cry,
black hearts appear,
celebrates the filth,
lovely wound cracks,
the paradise of mind. 


whomsoever to see,
whatsoever to reveal,
still alone to be.
the soul of wound.

Rain stops for reason,
heart cries for season,
of the T finally remains,
the answer to the mind,
stuck in the ocean of thoughts. 



Marito Goncalves Leite/Ano
LM forever