You slip into my thoughts
like water from a stream,
alive your memory was yesterday
and so it will be perpetually;
sweet as the spring sun
painful as the cold wind
which in winter filled the atmosphere,
more and more violent,
like what took you away,
you will never return;
I wish you are in my arms
but only empty around me,
prickly tears on the jean
and finally on sweet lips
where the memory still crushes me
when you touched them, as it still seems.
STAI LEGGENDO
Get lost in thoughts.
PoetryPensieri, stralci effimeri della fantasia, che nutrono la giornata di un sognatore. Thoughts, ephemeral excerpts from the imagination, which feed the day of a dreamer.
