Some places are made of
stories,
stories with no happy
end.
Some people are made to
wait in vain.
It’s hard to explain
when you find pieces of your head.
Flowers and trees
facing you,
stormy clouds inside
your heart.
An old grey wolf howls
every night.
Lost in a harbour,
plowing the sea.
Smiling without a
mouth, learning to flee.
One bad day, you’ll
forget
how much time, you have
wasted.
I used to sit under a
big cedar
before the rising sun
could melt my frozen heart.
And I remember the day
you came to me,
-only to break my
soul-.
Beside my home there’s
a lonely railroad,
but I don’t remember if
I’ve ever caught a train.
Don’t look for fireflies
at the bottom of a lake,
-it’s not a good place
to shine-.
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