I do not know what to regret anymore,
that I cannot reach you through our memories,
that an insane song cannot touch your soul,
or that you reversed yourself on the other side of Life.
I watched how spring drained from us
and not even a curved second could see anymore
the Miracle from us.
Not even my own flying is vertical anymore
and I remained with my wings sealed
running barefoot on the shells of Time
on the look for that plenary Love
which you had promised along a sunset.
You stole the jewels of Time from beneath my eyelids,
just one white night struggled to reach the cloud’s temple
and I do not have shores to reach anymore.
I just got lost in the morning known by nobody.
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