poem / your silence
I will sit down to mourn for the lost,
that faint murmur now scattered
it is going to be propagated without further ado.
so passionate love motive,
it will be like a rosebush that flowered
he will give away his roses to the cheek.
where the moon itself is a waste
of passionate white that provokes us.
Talk like that, why? With what criteria?
if in your silence this mystery is born,
this lost love.
Nice poem.. Keep it up
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