Tracing paths without reflexes
appearing to be something denoting happiness,
it feels rather cold inside of me,
as if my soul were asking for help.
Some eyes shine between black and white
that reflected in a small angular,
is not visible to the naked eye from observing
feels inert and almost dead in his passing.
A face reflected in the window of a car,
a cloudy sky playing at crying for you,
what it is that tends to shine in you
tarnishing your gray day even more.
You must miss me says your sigh
you write me indirect notes in a subtle way,
when I stop begging and kneeling for you
wanting to escape for free living at last.
Tracing paths within a blind labyrinth
so I never want to live again,
to love, to feel,
and full of involuntary faith, forever persisting.
excelente trabajo te felicito mi amigo
Muchísimas gracias, lo aprecio mucho :)
Good poetry! Amazing photo! Well done! ;)
Thank you very much, photography is very special I love it so I used it, giving the respective source.
You're welcome! ;)