The Fifth Verse

Prose in Movement...

Wednesday, May 7, 2008

A Kiss...

It hurts

And you can’t imagine how many memories here are
My rivers are becoming dry soon
Strange kiss slowly touched my lethargy
Whenever you are I still smell your essence

In the middle of this lost night
Lost I founded between my hands
Hand that not traveled by my rained face
Rain eternal through the blue haze

Just a kiss
When from your skin became hollow my footprints
Don’t spill dry tears for me
I don’t exist, I’m no more
My sadness will disperse

All this for just a kiss…

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