Poetry Collection

Poem 43

Our paths are separated,

Because that's what you and I decided,

Nobody knows how it hurts,

I'm going to write to you again,

I'm lost in the echo,

Of silence and oblivion,

My soul is afflicted and because of your lot, it cries,

But everything you lose in freshness,

But instantly I fall to the ground remembering that only,

It is a dream more in my mind,

Deep inside me he tells me how close I have you,

As I never imagined,

Because without you everything is more difficult.