I wonder if pebbles wait,
by the dark stream
through the heedless nights
for that one tide who once washed it ashore.
I wonder if pebbles know,
how it's never coming back.

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In my city it never snowed.
Winters came and rushed through the wind like little brooks scared of freezing. Mornings bloomed and drowned in a horizon erased by fog . The snowflowers never fall.
All I have of winter are asleep bushes of lenten rose...a leafless tree and misty windowpanes on a white wall. Still here I wait
for I need to know something colder before I leave,
colder than our parted hands,
than eyes devoid of love.

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we were autumn swept trees
misplaced in a winter

frozen

but in colours

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we are easy to replace
as we easily replaced

and all that change
are faces
happy
with the promises we've broken before

we dream

cigarettes and teardrops
same old rose blue griefs

the cold seeps through

but shrug it off
at least we look better together
in the photos

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our fingers remember
the hands we've held
until there is too much rain
and the droplets always fall
as spread palms close around them
catching nothing but another touch
to memories

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The world sighed for a prettier face
but the mirrors always whispered back
"beauty won't complete you"

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a pale moon floated in the black water
and the other shone above
beyond a wing's reach
little ripples played with the gleaming water
making and breaking
the only moon we could have

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then hearts turn into desolated platforms
they come and linger and leave
cold oldening concrete
still waiting somehow for another arrival
hopeful, still
of becoming a destiny someday

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You remind me of yesterdays

of yellowish pages and a summer on a shore

of a rusty red letter box and new year cards

of a sky full of unnamed stars

and of everything beautiful and past

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build me a song about light's rebirth
how time goes on
after the end
how destinies await even when we stop
how lost people meet
at one last bend

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