terça-feira, 6 de novembro de 2012

IT WAS DOWN









The dawn was angry,
grown gray in mist rolls.
I stretched the arms to the skies
trying to rip this dense veil
I was arrested in solitude.
I fell to my knees in grief felt.
The sky cracks as my soul,
Letting drop gold stars at my feet
undone and felt  through streaming cracks open
gnawing the virgin land, where nothing germinates.
I cried for the breeze, I scream for the wind
Replied me the storm collapsing
regreting the lament on the lips dry and cracked
If there was pain, was numb.
If there was emptiness where’s the silence?
And the pearls would gather
In a translucent necklace that suffocates me.
It was dawn, but there was not a new day


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