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…
The Fifth Verse
Prose in Movement...
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