Loss
That happiness was stolen , left ashes under feet,
Leaving anxiety on the soul.
I follow you without sleep,ignoring any weakness.
I'd like to take my time in benefit ,
To keep some months being victim,
Having trapped in rock of grief ,
To fill my time with waiting that turned into an endless strip.
There were words covered by the secret clouds of sadness,
The words that laid a reason for a dispute bordered on the clouds,
When prayers tried to reach forgiveness,
When the curse fell on someone's house,
The lava boiled like a living bubbles,destroyed the cities,
Where were declared the mourning,
Covering the rocks with ash again on the ground,
Crumbling, lowering its veil.
Silence...
When you can't hear your heartbeat in the pit of lies,
When the soul soars over the abyss in tears all the time.
I tried to whisper the grace, prophesying some desires.
The lips move in a delirium of sadness ,as inviting the dream,
sparks of the rainbow guessed the whim,which were like abysses that caught in the stream.
When the wind torn the nerves and brought down the crying fell in ,
exploding the passions that were boiling , rejecting the impulse of skimming sin .
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