The whirlpool of memories
like the winds of the past
overcomes the pain
from nostalgia to a broken heart
On the hill
not far from consciousness
Missed moments
as heavy as mountains
with its heights ..
Entertained by
Shoulders underlined
by the weight of conscience
in a day created for sorrow ..
He leaves every day ..
But ..
It comes back more and more in
the emptiness in the soul ...
One tear ..
It echoed in my soul
with the power of a bell ..
Echo is heard to the sky ..
With his hands to the sky
on his knees in the mud of his sins
Chest open
to the silence of the morning
which brings salvation in itself ...
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