luni, 7 aprilie 2014

Poem 8 by Freddy Villanes Tovar.


I´m getting older day by day
like all of you.
The love I love does not exist anymore:
There is a good friend taking her place.
I loved it...
as much as I could love the best thing in the world.
But does not exist anymore.
Now it is too early here at home.
Everybody is sleeping.
(My mind can not)
If you know something I can do
tell...me.
(the wound will heal up if)

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