lluviadeabril
lluvia & rain
Suppose my thoughts no more a disarray.
Walk, dark my feet away once, twice, again.
those voices will likely bring me dismay
from digging deeper tombs I can’t abstain.
Taking a step into a gaze that strays
with flowers sitting, kisses on the lips.
A lethal kiss can make a death remain
a walk so lovely in a thought amiss.
Living day a day without regrets
forgetting, kiss the lips and think to stay
to catch the kisses falling from the bliss
and catch the wisps befalling, a dark day.
If sitting, thinking, kissing at death’s gate
there one could simply vanish a few days.
Walk, dark my feet away once, twice, again.
those voices will likely bring me dismay
from digging deeper tombs I can’t abstain.
Taking a step into a gaze that strays
with flowers sitting, kisses on the lips.
A lethal kiss can make a death remain
a walk so lovely in a thought amiss.
Living day a day without regrets
forgetting, kiss the lips and think to stay
to catch the kisses falling from the bliss
and catch the wisps befalling, a dark day.
If sitting, thinking, kissing at death’s gate
there one could simply vanish a few days.
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