her

Viernes, 18 de septiembre de 2009 Andreas Dejar un comentario Ir a comentarios

And suddenly,
no one notice she had left,
apart from the bunch
of notes
lying on the bed.

Nothing was enough
to call her again.
Every whisper died
out of her head.

Wonders of shadows
surrounding every day,
and there she was again,
that fully moon,
far away from the earth.

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