Wednesday, October 3, 2012

What's left...?

What's left...?

Feel your perfume on the sheets
Summaries of a life without limits
Even when no longer than you permit,
You send so many rays, beautiful suns.
I do not know if you recall every moment
Not even in this dream now believe it,
All I ask, please, never run away,
My eyes are on you, two sunflowers.
You left so only these wrecks,
And the days we thought were our
Now remnants are, nothing more.
Do as you want in rare glory
Only finally see the abandoned slag
What waits only as funerals...?


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