unconsciousness

The red rose in my heart shatters

It petals flutters away

Breaking the virgin snow

That lies in my heart

Hinting its white with red

Reflecting the fall of my pain

Which no longer stays

The snow shatters to tiny crystals

For the sun has finally shone

The sky like a canvas

Of orange spilling across the blue sky

Forming colours of purple

The joy finally puts its stand on the ground

For the light has broke my darkness

Chasing away the clouds that once

Shone pity upon me

And she ignores me...

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There's been a while, isn't it? (Poetry)

There's been a while, isn't it?

Despiste of the loneliness,

despiste of the painfulness:

feelings.

Don't know these reasons

don't forgot those seasons

And, like the first time,

from the very begining,

our souls are quitely far away from each other

but the silence is just the same,

and the fragance gets away

and your kisses, sweet, wet, your sweat, let me down

to the paradise, through the name of her.

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