Time is bleeding in my fingers,
words are leaves, dropping off.
I see fire, burning emotions and thoughts,
I'm leaving, I'll be so far.
Autumn, I can feel your foggy breath,
on my shoulder, killing my lips.
I'm joining the spring,
despite the sadness of flowers.
Loneliness is colorful, angels cry,
welcome to planet Earth.
Shouldn't I dream like a child?
My past is stronger than my future.
I'll be missing you, I'll be swearing with some
broken english whispers.
Time is stealing this stuttering eyes
from the shelter of your soul,
while I'm wondering if really exists
another way to say forever.
(D.D.)
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