Letter In the Compound Future
One day you won't hear me singing at the very
hour, place and perfect time where the world turns
dead nature.
Make some holes to the bucket full of
feelings I gave you while I was stealing the
lymph of life.
My silence kicks the pulsing waiting
spirit but gray is a no land color born
by an incest
You had me but couldn't see , you saw me and couldn't have
sad as the fate of pain that roams through the
human memory.
It will be cold, my Life, more sour
the pain of the leaving silhouette
until...
A kitten snores on the soft couch telling
the cats' history because you'll still breathe
anyway...
I'd find a happy ending for you, if only
I didn't know you had it through your fingers
already...
Copyright © Mirela Petalli | Year Posted 2010
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