Song for the future

Now the day is saying goodbye to the sun
the moon is waiting for dreams

she decides to think of him again
beautiful diva in her own slang:

I think you alone
can give the answer yourself

away from self-aggrandizement
irony, humor and religion

with both bare feet
on the ground, blessed

between dreams and desire
alone, naked and sad

that one lonely question
where is this going?

Nobody answers.
No, everyone is silent

because they know you
writes poems in silence

you count your own blessings
like a nightingale in the night

a song for the future.





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