No more than hours ……no more than days
That is all
Don’t forget the love
Do not mistake the way
No more empty space for your dreams
You and your days will go with coming spring
So some thing will cover your body let your songs been one of them
Let the leaves of love dropp one by one on your flash
Let your tears been part of the fist spring rain
No more time remain
No more words
No more rhythms
For your poems
There is only the silent……..so song your last song
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