digging the soil with crosses
i watched with no colored feelings
i’ve forgotten a remorse from the mirror
and i turned my eyes to the sky
with a worthless sigh
relume my life…
He's into poetry again. He hides his smile once more, gazes at the sable parts of the room and wears his black shirt again.... He's in a state of dreary, plunged into desolation. He stares at the picture of memory and puts his thoughts running again.... He is looking for something. He wonders and lays on his bed, works hard to deceive his sentiments but the tick tocks keep increasing....
Relume My Life
digging the soil with crosses
i watched with no colored feelings
i’ve forgotten a remorse from the mirror
and i turned my eyes to the sky
with a worthless sigh
relume my life…
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