He Comes.
Touches my body.
Plays music with it .
He sings to me, until the sun replaces the night.
The moon to hide.
Off to take it at me.
Letting Curtains fall.
The end to be written.
For one more, dream performance.
-Nicole Black
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Lost Words (English translation)
PoesíaThis book, is a english translation, from my original Greek profile. ⭐⭐⭐ A collection of words.. Texts, between lyrics. Poems, and thoughts. Words that struggle to be written, to speak even without a voice.. Just with their ink. To give color to the...
