A MORTE DO POETA!!!

                                       Estão congeladas,
                                       As pétalas
                                       Das minhas rosas,
                                       Brancas,amarelas
                                       E encarnadas,
                                       No jardim
                                       Que já foi meu!
                                       Fogem os versos,
                                       Morrem as prosas,
                                       Rolam as lágrimas,
                                       Nascem as dúvidas
                                       E já nem as rosas
                                       Olham para mim!
                                       Fica o poema,
                                       Mas dobram os sinos,
                                       Porque o poeta morreu!