versos

                                                                            I
                                                         Em noite clara de estrelas                                           
                                                        Cantigas feitas de dor.
                                                       Ao som de uma cachoeira,                   
                                                       Nasceu a filha do amor. 

                                                                     II
                                                    Em noite fria e cinzenta
                                                    Estampa no rosto o horror
                                                    Só pisáras em espinhos
                                                    Esquecendo-te da flôr!            

           

                                              (Todos os direitos autorais reservados)

Elizabete Ap Gonçalves Teixeira