source: my friend’s gallery
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Most days I'm like my father
Folding my body into flowers
And into songs calming the storms
In my lovers head
They said the world is always silent
When we sit with our shadows
Reminiscing memories that empty
Our bodies into rivers
Memories like the rays of today's sun
Imitating the smiles on the faces of women
Made of broken glasses
Memories crawling on water
With the silence that greet souls with roses
And with the poems in the eyes
Of girls crying into themselves
There's a song deep on my side
I do not know how to blend with its lyrics
Without kissing the heavens
With the strings of my guitar
Someone is falling off the clif of his body
Somewhere in this verse
Too many souls have died
With golds buried on their inside