A Memory Of One-Sided Poem by Franba Ciscon Ampermou

Reality,
May the shell of waitting stiffness.
The wind said yesterday's words,
Cold to blown me and you,
All the words
Want to say,
Sink in the murmur,
Cold enough to make the lip to tremble,
The top of tongue is stright still.
No tough of chat of daily things,
No tough of mind of deep thoughts.
The deep colour of day,
Missing circle of stars,
Owing to you,
the day by the answer tell.
You had walk in my dream,
talk in my hypothsis,
Let the solitude with me,
A time for you,
I cannot promise!