The Paradise Flower By Adriana Janaina Poeta

The Paradise Flower

By Adriana Janaina Poeta



What say about the gaze of the girl Anne Frank?

Full of dreams, hopes,

full of love.

So young, suffer so much,

soft and sweet soul

burdened by loss and pain ...

For Anne, our sighs,

traveling with the wind,

ripping portals and the  time.

And how many Annes suffering, alone,

silent and frightened, even today?

His exchanged hopes

by hostile threats ...?

Of the Anne, we carry chest

that sweet look,

his sad smile,

the certainty that, if  evil exists,

in this confused world, often cruel,

the Flower Paradise is born

in Annes and children.

Come remember that: the good exist.

Say that the voice of Anne and others,

as important and vulnerable,

It must never be silent.

For Anne, our eyes to heaven,

our most inspired affection,

our embrace always open

and available.

How much pain  in the world!

Selfishness! Cowardice!

In angel wings

the dear Annes, took refuge,

On the wings of an angel,

Anne flew to Heaven

and reached eternity,

Always girl, forever loved.

Fragrant and painful memory,

to remind us,

we can not repeat what they did,

we can not just close your eyes,

while one innocent suffer abandoned

to their fate.

In Anne's smile,

where the dreams  asleep,

in  eyes of Anne,

where rests the whole sky,

I usually ramble.

I see Anne smiling,

happy and playing.

I see Anne writing,

Anne singing.

To always safe.

Forever free and loved.

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