Nights of unfulfilled desire, unmet lust

Ferment from the dry wants of the crimson

Mornings of yet another day of forlorn

Rot from sleepy laps of the blue dawn.


Tempests carry dead leaves with a false hope of life

What is right and what wrong? This tiring strife

The naked sun that burns all the juvenile hopes

The disbelief at never giving up on this walk on tightropes


Among little specks of life, like horror strikes your dire curses

Among deafening silence, a mourning breaks with a music that nurses

Through forests of defeat, of loss and yet of new smiles, all wry

Life still, unendingly, gallops by


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