An antique window,
covered by ivy,
I was sitting on the sill,
I knew every sunrise, sunset,
where are you...?
I couldn't forget what was
behind a truth and a lie,
something hidden on the glass,
what can be...?
Now I know better,
there is no trace...
It's an empty sill.
YOU ARE READING
Fall's Games
Poesía✦I am on the other side of the Earth, clutch in arms the pillow case, waiting for the heart to calm down, because I'm not capable to admit that I can't bother you with my questions, to show you I am not a little girl, that I can ask you about your f...
