A night of summer
was the last memory,
staying against a sill,
a smell of withered flowers from our love makes me to turn back my head
to say a bittersweet "Good night",
knowing that won't be another one.
Going to fall in
a dark world for silence,
where dreams, hopes, promises
weren't close enough for mirrors,
instead of them were waves of salt,
between souls with a love like a war.
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Fall's Games
Poetry✦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...
