Thursday, August 6, 2015

Mistakes

Some years, some days ago
I came across a girl.

Not like any I haven't seen,
a life of another kind.

The wrath of Gods,
titanic and slow to rise,
swells within, dullness dies.

This mute heart screams,
A cry of pine, in my dreams.

I yearn for her,
some years, some days now.