Hope's Tired Voice
A mountain is hidden in the heart of sadness
Under the rain, the tears have been sung
Look in the dark mirror of my heart
The tired voice of hope is silenced there
hand to mouth
Places are like chess pieces.
But life is complicated, always a storm,
Sometimes spring days, sometimes autumn.
From the pain of crying, the sky is starving
In the book of love, all pages are anonymous
An endless dream, jumped in my mind
The flowers of the night are sleeping in the arms of the dew
In the heart of the dark night, a moon shines in my mind
In the old ways, autumn memories are suffocated
I repeat myself, each time a little different, the same each time
In the silent desert of my heart, there is a star
I pick the flowers of words in the garden of silence
I find the missing bits, with the fantasy of flight
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