Poetando: PENSAMENTOS!

                             Rosa no jardim,
                             que será dela?
                             Que será de mim?
                             Róseos pensamentos,
                             desprovidos
                             dos espinhos,
                             levados ao vento.
                             Pra chegarem
                             à sua janela,
                             sentarem,
                             sem  cerimônias,
                             despetalando-se.
                             E viram
                             trepadeiras
                             de
                             amor.
                             Vazam frestas,
                             viram
                             festa!
                             Sutis,
                             viajam
                             de volta.
                             Viram
                              horta,
                              pra
                              renascerem
                              outra vez!

                              Tata Junq