I'd like to stop you
but you fall like summer rainwater
in an instant blacks the cloud
hugging the instant no one stops him.
I'd like to be that silent prisoner
of the true letters of a piece of fire
dream fragments of all
releasing fierce looks that haunt you.
I wish I could heal your wound
with a handful of wild roses
that float joyfully before impatience
that consumes you to the point of bending your head.
I wish I could release your captive thoughts
of that blind question that nests in the grave
every time you approach a safe fall,
in the infinite tomb of a glory he didn't want to be.
We went past the beginning
of a sunset
never withered
we'll stay there just wanting to be.
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