quinta-feira, 5 de novembro de 2015


Again and again, I have written
Words of love and hope
words of secret sadness
for what I could not have.

Again and again, I have woven
words into tapestry
a fabric of blissful dreams
that wouldn't come true.

Again and again, I have folded
words into origami
paperboats sailing to somewhere
through the night.

But the tides were too strong
and my paperboats all fell apart
in the deep waters
of silence.

From the cold, rugged shores
I have watched them sink
and all that was left
are words for sorrow.

Stripped of words,
I draw on the sand
a loving kiss for no one.

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