Poetry

Mispaven asphalt
The smell of rain spreading in the air
Reminiscence blows through me
As the flowing city laps around me

Your frail silhouette
Ceases even the slightest sigh to escape
My feelings are satisfied
At a place where nothing matters
Caressed by the atmosphere…

Farewell… swaying melancholily… forever
Farewell… smile forever… you, at least

Our flame that was swayed
Harmed inside the mirror
Even the answer I didn’t have
I carried in my arms and screamed
Enriching the gravity
Of the result of the promise…

Even with wings made of glass
I know you can fly out
You, no longer fragile

My melancholy heart… forever