Saturday, February 4, 2012

Veiling the poetry

Veiling the poetry

I resist as much pain although I believe
In fake exposed to while produced
Way most diverse of sameness
So that now invades every vein,
Watching this corpse, poetry,
I do not see the more output and do not intend,
Making of my verse a dividend
From nothing that this anything just recreate,
I wait for a chance, but I know
That nothing will be done after the rain
My soul with his gifts as a widow
Still view really old flock
Of the paths from the past? Neither a shadow
Only the emptiness that haunts.

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