Thy sweet smile
is what is left
of this night.
Thy light in your eyes
makes me forget
of my life.
Thy singing in the air
brings memory
of the red sky.
But my warm happiness,
best friend of sadness,
makes space to loneliness
and the suffering endless.
I know it's illusion
and I can't help daydream
but my soul can't stop
seeing the face of thee.
Until I'll go on to be
this nostalgia will never leave,
and cursed forever to bleed
my heart will no more feel.
(February 2022)
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Abisso
Poetry"Sinking in the ocean of tears and sorrow" The soul, a painting of shades and emotions, fleeting and evanescent. So complex understanding every fragmented side of it, and like autumn leaves, who we are, slowly vanishes away. The only memory left of...
