Outside the time

On this empty street, that one time
we were trying to hide our dreams,
under the sky of my eyes, never shines
again the light of the sun, but the tears.
Butterflies not choose the gardens, but the flowers, my love,
happiness comes with the pain
as the clouds with the rain
from the sky that above
has no sun,
since you are gone,
today here is nothing, you was all.
Time decide the changes just now
and change the decisions, my love,
i am afraid that tomorrow, somehow,
will to be late to change all the sorrow
in joy, to make love from hate.
When is nothing to feel
is then when is real
what i am without you,
and what can i do?
Just to wait, not to live or to die,
with my soul beating outside the time.....

 

I believe that we all have thos fears as stated on your last verse.
The emptiness of the streets, the absence of time and feelings.
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It's been a pleasure to stop by your space and being able to read your poetry

 

Thank you, my friend, for reading my poem, i am very pleased. Have a nice weekend....

 

loved your poem
absolutely beautiful

 

I like a lot the last two verses... Simply great

 

Outside time, live timeless beings, timeless feelings..

Nice lines my friend from beginning to end.

A hug.

 

Mi querido amigo...bello poema...lo he traducido...y que encanto!!! que nostalgia!! esas nubes, esa lluvia!! de verdad y te lo digo de corazón. Tus versos me han conmovido. Mis más sinceras felicitaciones. Un abrazo gigante!! y un reconocimiento especial a tu dominio del español y del ingles!!!. Mis totales respetos!!