Wrote Dante a poem

WROTE DANTE A POEM

It’s 3 o’ clock, we’re rocking the chair
In the night that is pitch black.
Purring a sweet sleep of dreams,
Mum sleeps and so does the cat.

Though the night is crisp and still
A bird cries out in the dark.
Never had I thought I could love so much
As a rivulet of love outflows from my heart.


(Se acharem os versos ruinzinhos -- o que verdadeiramente são --, curtam ao menos a ilustração feita pela minha aluna Cora... Thx, Cora!)