Poetry

I’m away, where the smokes are going
I am in a dense air of doubts, where the way is grey
We are all waiting for the faster wind, I am so late
I exhale the words of grace, it appears rubble.
 
I’m away of understanding the mean of the rain
I swear more and more, where is the green, where is the red?
We are all waiting for the wind to spread the semen
We are all wearing our bridal coats, but I cannot date a woman.
 
I exhale the molten words, earth shakes and sun freezes
God sends me a sword to battle the lord of grayscales
I do remember how beauty rainbow was
My painting notebook is bind to the history book of the art.
 
But she said: you are the only man with this unique power
And she wants me to forget the God, and let be disappeared colors.
 
Between this and that, between the peace and the past
I’m the only stable man to keep the doubt to attack.
 
 
 
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