On the threshold of my despair
You left your sign
So that everyone who crosses that door
Can see your abyss inside my heart.
In the folds of my soul
You left your handprints
So that everyone who looks into my eyes
Can see your reflection mirroring in me.
In the basement of my determination
You pitched the tent of need
So that I can’t detach anymore
From the shadow of an inaccessible past.
martedì 31 maggio 2011
lunedì 30 maggio 2011
after the rain
A whip hurts less than the sudden sparkle
you saw enlightening the darkness of your days.
Therefore I am dead .
But I will never regret to have lived,
even only for a minute ,
in the shadow of a lost dream of yours.
you saw enlightening the darkness of your days.
Therefore I am dead .
But I will never regret to have lived,
even only for a minute ,
in the shadow of a lost dream of yours.
Etichette:
poetry
giovedì 26 maggio 2011
spring mood
When comes the spring I become lazy but these days are even day of preparation to a better season !
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