Last picture

on

The last picture of a sunrise

Orange yearnings of a past life

Traces of a black horizon

Stardust’s rain afar… Afar

From ashes, they say we are

But we get lost in the mazes of oblivion

Sorrow cuts like a knife

Still, the rising day is always a utopian surprise

Sing to me in colors

Dance for my camera’s final frame

After seen your shade nothing feels the same

Eternal paint of a morning, the last scape from forbidden lovers…

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