Broken leaves

Saturday, March 5, 2016

Frozen flowers.
White mirrors.
Whiny voices dancing in the obscurity.
Nostalgia and desire wrapped in your lips.
Crazy whispers assassinate the remembrance.
Foolish dreams.
Plastic dreams.
Dreams without end nor exit.
The laughter of rivers cries forgotten tears without rest.
Memories embittered by the soul’s song.
Phantoms phantoms
Phantoms that don’t fly,
that don’t dance in the white nights.
Phantoms that don’t exist
in the eternity of the night