Last Station
We met at the last station
Where broken dreams were repaired
Where hearts were left behind
Where love can be shared
We were always late
None of us ever came in time
The clock never united us
We were united by something stronger
The waiting, the anticipation
The intense desires
The mini bus came
It was pale like our faces
Crowded with tasteless souls
But, we were joyful
Deep inside we were happy to be together
In pale faces and reddish ones
Music was on ,we started to feel high
We inhaled the rhythm
And exhaled love
We reached the promising place
It was empty ,but full of us
The sea was angry, the wind was sad
The combination of sadness and anger
Paved the way to clouds
And created a beautiful storm
But , no one has noticed the storm of the feelings we had
Breakfast was laid on the sand
We didn’t have that much
Only cheap food mixed with an unconditional love
Music was on again
Our voices were the singer
And our bodies were the drums
What a messy combination
The place was empty but, full of us
Full of love, desire and lust
We were the everything and the nothing
The bond, the friendship and trust
What a messy combination of
Pale faces and reddish hearts
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