Lies Pigments

Few milliniums of lies Beneath a gray ice Years and years of lies The town’s streets The watch’s hand Told me It is lies The stream of words Is walking through her golden bridge lips Come and vanish in lies She is sick With words With lies She is trapped In her history Story and lies It is dark Inside her She can not hid it She can not compromise It is dusty and salty Time When she walked away with Her face At my birthday She came and Delivered me It was my only gift A gift from a woman In love After a long walk of hate She gave me My new name too She left For a century She came back To take back her gift I felt I should wait An eternity For a new birth New horizon And new open skies .