Unfinished stories

Empty streets,
Smell of dried flowers,
Not endless summers,
No beautiful story about lovers.

Old trees, dead leaves,
Sadness, as a desease,
The hopes, wings of butterflies.

Dozens of strange hours,
Darkened spaces,
thrills, unspoken words,
Unfinished stories.

Worries, dangers,
A dagger in the back,
A bullet in a heart
that struggles
like a wounded bird.

Only a happy day,
Many waiting nights,
A love die slowly,
A soul beg mercy.

Too many question marks,
Many deep scars,
Another romance
Without radiance.

Pieces of memories,
Feelings from the past,
Time flies too fast,
Only strong relations can last.


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From the volume - The colors of love