The day dawns Dress gray
is a leaden morning earlier this month, and you cry
their name in your empty room:
page
is your voice and the word was silence.
How throbs the moment, what melancholy
gestures flee devastated by tears,
to hide the moment
and crystal chimes.
But again, the stars
envelop you in its beauty, commit suicide, is the time!
The hourglass spills its last drop
embossed at dawn.
Enrique Gonzalez Villagrasa
Enrique Gonzalez Villagrasa
SILVER TURQUOISE JASPER - Pendant Alessandra Pasini
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