and we have talked.
the strangest accents we have gathered
across the globe,
throughout the moonlight and the shadows.
we've always been, we've always walked
under a pale blue sky and past the mirrors,
unable to forgive and go,
let go and live like muted heroes.
another day we choose to stay,
another morning is our shelter.
inside our little jars of clay
there is a tiny bit of pepper
and salt that we will never taste,
the spices that have lost aroma.
our doors and windows are all closed,
our days and nights are almost over.
you should've let me say the words,
I should've let you go forever.
I will now hum the closing chords,
hope you'll forgive my last endeavor.
leaving
© Copyright: Далия Вейль, 2014
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