RUSTY WINDS

The days keep passing,
One by one,
Like faint butterflies
Dreaming on the
Numbness
Of the rusty
Autumn leaves.

The nights keep running
Like hasty travellers
In an endless space,
Summonsed by the
Whispers
Of the old time that
Feels its end
Approaching.

The days keep flying
Over my heart,
While the nights
Chase me away
From their sphere,

And all I wait for
Is the return
Of a single touch,
A unique sensation,
The arrival
Of a single moment
In my night.

But all that’s left
Is the heavy winds
Of lead
That beat against
These rusty old gates –
The dark – fingered
Moaning winds.


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