Where, a derelict soul like a building,
I should go through those streets,
feeling how leaves slash me,
until they are taken away by the wind,
I wouldn't mind.
Staring at the sun,
slightly shimmering,
I took the hand of shadows,
a childish aspiration,
for getting lost in the scenery,
to be part of everything,
but never present in the view.
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Words Painted Blue
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...
