What remains
my hands are looking for your
in a world between the lips of my memory.
's me in a laugh which is the memory
the sky that enveloped me
on a starry night long
lost a journey through my hair.
Along the path of my memories
me plunge into the water of a lake
hidden among my thoughts
where it remains a reflection of remembrance of dead leaves,
which show the light of your eyes sunken
in my abyss from which
I've taken and wrapped in your fingers,
to get everything that I had forgotten
listening to my memories.
virginia 16.02.2011
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