Empty plate

on

A black and white life, the remorse and the empty plate

A street light shining over every teardrop

The minor musical scale, a sacrifice and the empty plate

A red rose glows with remorse

Clearwater to wash the surroundings

Blackened fireplace to burn the cold

A boy gets older too

Why is every eye looking at me, why are they all crying?

Is it because I can’t dance?

Is it because I was dreaming happily?

Lipsync of a life story

Sounding by the virtuosity of sorrow

Tap dancing on deep memories

Playing out of pace on a faulty rhythm

Black and white, no rhythm no rhyme

A simple existence passing by

Centuries of longing… Longing for a kiss

New ending, old beginnings and the empty plate…

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