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Who you are !
I wonder who you are
Are you a cloud in this shiny sky !
Or a shadow lives my bed in the nights !
Who you are if you tell me who you are
I am afraid you will escape and just leave me behind
Who we are I wonder who we are
Are we twisted waves in the sea of rhyme
Or leaves thrown on the pavements of the time
If you leave just take me with you
To that mountain there
Next to the small trees
Till they grow and we drink our dreams
No I will stay here, waiting for you
Since you are a shadow and I am the dew.
Who we are again who we are
Are we a moment of departure or an everlasting goodbye!
Nothing left but a bunch of flowers on the main gate
Nothing left but some dreams on the wall of fate
This way we close the first door
This way we open another door
I will be stepping into the day
The first step away from my lovely Gate
My lovely house and my lovely road
Nothing left but some flowers on the main gate
I wonder if I'll come back to find it there!!
Breezy now i am one floor below.
Waiting for a bus.
possessing memories.
have a nice dream.
While I was sitting there
And the music travels carried by the breeze
And after the first piece
The sound of clapping took me in peace
The music goes loud and screams in the details of the past
The scrambles of memories got scattered coloring my tears
The shadows of yesterday carrying my dreams
I took my pencil and drew in fears
Music insists to play this tone and I go through all the details.
Details
I am made of Details
I am lost into Details
And I will come out of all the details
Like the images drawn in your eyes
Reflecting my vision inside an ever lasting journey
I have gone through many details
And realized that I am living in a closed book thrown in the sand
Covered by the days, and read by your eyes.
Does time heal wounds
Does light live forever
In front of a new GATE
And here I am where I stand
As if things are in their best manner
But things are in their best form
Here I am where I stand
Here I am still breathing dreams
Living your home
And going on to accomplish the whole dream
I picked up cards from the past
And I said does time heal wounds!
I gathered many photos and I kept them in my old bag
I collected many images and I kept them in my mind
And after awhile
I searched and searched and I found my photos still alive
I picked up the best, and I put it in my lonely frame
I folded my bags
And I saw your smiling eyes
I got other two frames
I chose the best and I had it in the big frame
And I kept the small,
I waited for another best to come
But I never saw like your eyes again.
after awhile
my photo was put in the samll frame
Me, I will never change
I am a word in a poem scripted by hands gone already
And the word stayed.
I am the petrifaction, silence, and eternity.
And will never change
