Telma

Telma People call me the firstborn But in the warmth of this cold, I know it was you The world wasn’t too kind to you Releasing rivers of tears from father and mother And so, I dance with sadness in silence Like someone embracing the echo of a goodbye, Hoping that in this heavy emptiness While your silence screams in my chest I walk alone, carrying you with me Our future, a broken mirror In every shard, a joyful smile has left The past whispers, the present stays silent Between us, an empty scaffold is built Banning the outpourings of a beloved brother That’s how it is, as one flower blooms, another dies, But in your departure, our love withered I don’t blame you, I’ll dance in the void you left With a face flooded with tears in the desert Our reunion, my tender longing I walk in this darkness lit by your cold warmth Telma, evil gifted us a sad feast But God has reserved for us a banquet of happiness