Let the pain
go down
slowly,
let it slip
through
your mind,
make way
for melted
reasons,
there really isn't
a lot of time
For me
to find
a fancy,
yet another
eerie
thought,
that appears
has been wrought
by your silence
and the walls
That you build
around
my feelings,
let me out
through one
door,
can't you see that
I'm starving...
It doesn't rain
anymore.
Matí d'hivern
Fa 15 anys
2 comentaris:
Interesantes poemas, Francesc.
Un abrazo,
Héctor
Gracias por tu comentario, Héctor. Sólo reflejan estados de ánimo.
Un abrazo,
Francesc
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