I am waiting
at the end of the pier
before a turquoise eternity
for clouds, people, gulls and boats
to disappear,
to be the only one
for whom the sun has to shine,
for whom he dances with the moon,
the only eyes to reflect
the brightness of his rays,
the one for whom
he plays his death on and on
in red and orange hues,
and fades into eternity.
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Petals of Dusk
PoetryHere are poems I collected for you, as a lousy bouquet of words, of tears and smiles, of thoughts and feelings, of yearning and resentment - I don't know if they will reach you, yet I feel like my heart and soul needed to be poured on those pieces o...
