And I, on the verge of madness, would have repeated every day with solitude those unforgettable times whose truth is the only one that can be affirmed with dubious certainty. But then, I saw you, without realizing it, you are surrounded by your concentrated gaze, the one that makes you think that the world completely disappears around. But I stopped, stood in front of you, looked at your sapphire gray eyes and I bold, I kiss you, a kiss that from me followed, I opened my eyes to meet your pink quartz lips, which warm, still parted, giving off steam due to the autumn cold. The vivid color of your lips contrasted with the Friday sunset and your touch was surely the closest thing to the softness of orange clouds. I looked up and your Beauty eyes, without the need for supporters, persuades by itself the eyes of men, so I could not forget you and look for you for days on the shore of the nearby town, but I didn't find it until now. Your mind was still elsewhere, but you were with me. Every afternoon for the rest of February, I recited poems that I once wrote inspired by you, but that now made more sense and my heart beat pleasantly as I read.
I feel sprouting in my heart the nostalgia that I found in your eyes, what I thought was lost. My black soul, my second face, come here, do not let me wait, once in my heart, I'll hold you again.
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Poetry Collection
ŞiirThe collection of poems is a compilation book of all my poems that are usually linked to topics such as pain, anxiety, love, loneliness, melancholy, despair and many more that you will discover by reading. Besides it contains my most tormented adole...
