mardi, décembre 30, 2014

A whisper of love
From a distant pass
Like a soft wind
passing by my skin

Tears have come
Drowning the colors of passion
Diluding the intensity of a lifetime
Into sorrows of a glimpse

Life in a conspiring
Splitting my heart and soul
Making my head spin
The war started in me

Calm and peace
Long gone in the history
That became us
Long gone in the struggles

Movement is inevitable
Laying still will not hold anymore
And from a option to the other
Death is looking over...

Will i live
Will I thrive
Will I die
Will I fade...

I need a illumination
I need a options
No space and no room
From myself I cannot defend.