Monday, May 4, 2009
Today
Today I read the poems we wrote so long ago. It was like opening the door of a room closed for a long time to find the scent of past dreams floating inside, I felt like if I were setting back the hands of a magic clock. bewitched by fate to mark only the hours I forgot and It was sad... sad like the reflection of a star in a well or that of a candle in a broken mirror. Our Love smiled when it was burning hot as if it didn't know that fire always ends up in ashes. Time has passed and I was...
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