Delicate poems, delicate
They are an open gate,
To a place
Without a trace
Of falsehood.
Yesterday I finally understood,
I may live again my childhood.
Delicate poems, delicate,
One more time I comtemplate,
Your grace,
Your face
Full of wisdom.
Marcondes Pereira
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/there-is-no-falsehood/
