Life
Each voice, every night
I never dream escaping away.
Tonight, he opened under rain, love.
Our voice - eternal gift -
Over Earth sleeps on needles again...
No darkness.
I could answer nothing true.
Learning one very exiguous year,
Other usual afternoon, nowhere...
You may obey reasons
Every time healing another negritude...
Imagine death over me,
Your love, our endless life...
Copyright © Ana-Maria Bituna | Year Posted 2011
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