Sentir

SENTIR

                                                                  Madrugada,coração em trapos

                                                                         Uma lagrima no cetim

                                                                   No céu lampejam as faiscas

                                                                              Ardente trêmor!

                                                                   Na vidraça, olhos vidrados!

                                                                       Desaba as tormentas.

                                                                     Raios...claros como o sentir

                                                                           Da tua despedida

                                                                                             Anna Ribeiro.