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| Arte: Sascalia |
Smiles don't fit in my verses
I can't carry
them on my own
I will keep
them for you
Until poetry
comes back
Tears don't
fit in my poem
I can't hold
them alone
My hand will
stop them
When they're
no longer necessary
My hands are
empty
Thoughts run
away like the wind
Grab this
hand, as strong as you need
With the
other I'll stop the storm
Words come
out in silence
Echoing through the air
I hear your thoughts
I won't let
them get lost in the wind
Finally, in
an unbearable effort,
My eyes open
and I see
Slowly my
hand needs not to hold yours
But, still, I
will never let go
Strength
arises, at last,
Wings deploy
their feathers
You've found
the sky again
Land was just
a place to rest
Verses fall
in the paper
My poem is
born in time
Another
chapter is closed
But our
friendship will always be
