When the clock stops

Remember that at the end of the rain,
there is not always a rainbow.
Although, there is always a light after a tunnel.
But remember, you could had being lost.

Short or long?
That doesn’t matter anymore.
Because the clock already stopped,
and it’s no longer 2’o clock.
Time that had given me
much desire, as much illusion.
That when I count in the balcony,
the points of an endless picture,
I can even see the streets
going away to the infinite.

You left me waiting.
And in the distant,
where it didn’t fit a wait,
an arrival fit well.
It no longer matters,
the clock already stopped.

The streets are melting
with your reflection in my glance.
Your glance in my eyes,
that I will remain with me perpetually.
The one that with as much delay, it never did in her,
That doesn't matter,
because the clock already stopped…
And it follows its routine!

 

This is great!!! I love all that is in your expression, so much feelings and beautiful feelings in your poetry..... ksss 4 U.....Love ur poem........

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OH, very nice words you describe in this poem.
Very nice images i can see in those beautifull and very well verses.
You describe a situation of modernity, very real, a dream of all, that the clock stops.
Best wishes to you.
Bye.


Luis.-

 

Thanks for the comments!

 

Que no se pare el tiempo. que el reloj siga su marcha, bello poema.
Un abrazo.
Alaric.

 

Gracias por tu comentario!
Saludos!