languishes in his eyes a memory hidden
and shrouded
no-fly like a bird dies
and after that smile tailored
only regret of an angel in hell
want to live their happiness
covers his thought infinite light
but that tear mercilessly annihilates fruitful
this house of cards that is his life
this harsh reality as a sentence
draws sinister puppet that
not know that your soul cries
arinconada dreams of being a seagull
and quietly picks up his clothes torn.
Author: Arwen ©
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