Era uma vez, Poemas ao Vento
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Este livro é um reflexo das palavras que nasceram em silêncio, dos sentimentos que se transformaram em versos e das histórias que, em algum momento, foram minhas e agora se tornam suas. Cada poema é uma memória, um suspiro, um pedaço de alma, guardado para aqueles que buscam encontrar beleza nas pequenas coisas e força nas fragilidades da vida
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