Poem 2

To keep it simple
there are hundreds of poems
I would share with you
but only one in particular
my soul craves in reaching ecstasy
as in delivering this huge happiness
I am about to show you my soul
not for any reason
but because I
oh I….
Yet I burn these feelings
like the cigarets
and the bad smell they release
I am about to die and live some more years
and I’ll be watching from the window
on rainy days
and remember your face
oh your face
and whenever you feel free
come darling
let us celebrate the so waiting dance
under the black umbrella
as for yesterday
it was a time to release
not everything
but a piece of pain
just like this rain
oh I
oh You…..

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