The Thirst
The thirst
Everything has remained fragile tonight
Dream suffer steady but don´t drivel
Pain on the wall ranges around the axle
Shadows of chairs inquisicion of sun and the sky
I touch with hand the wound and laugh
Life burns when memory parching
The truth planted and a dried fruit groans
The thirst not to be told ever nor tomorrow
The pain as adorned bride falls like a snow
Cold corpse embalmed as autumn
There is nothing when first love reawaken
In death teareth the goodness of waning summer
Again terribly darkness falls at homeland
Wounded I feel crutches like the spring into the rain
Nobody feels me when I pray in the longing
I teareth alive when I am jealous into a death today
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