... the downcast eyes and lips that close on the evidence,
that is all that remains to have hoped that a heart binds to hers.
Gone is the hope born of a flight of days, carried by chance,
and rocked by sweet words.
The desire and dream fed each day of the exchange,
truly have gathered two souls and two beings,
but only in herself, the sweetness of an after is drawn.
And when at the time of encounter and avowal,
she saw in the smile that welcomed her,
just a fraternal tenderness,
she turned off the sparkle in her eyes, and dominated her smile.
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Fallen Angel's shadows
PoetryEDITING MY TEXTS ATM Collection of poems , reflections on life, my dark side, my silent hopes. Inspired by my darkness, revealed by my Echelon life. A tribute to all the changes.
