Monday, 16 November 2015

Black hair

or a salute to an hard life


Your black hair shined at dusk
walking away
diverging my path.

I called you,
you nodded,
stopped and
looked back.

I know what you said:
you thought to turn back
I know how you felt
you walked what you left

Your petite figure,
your shoulders, you ass
spectacular visions
that will never last.
With a simple good bye
our time has gone fast.

We had what we had
just a flake in the sand
your Heart untouched
protected by a spell
and that actually is
what made ringing the Bell

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