Time waits for nobody,
but it´s been a long one since we last met
dragging my words against made skin
cutting the roots of the green shades
as the blue power of the light house
goes through cracks in the crude greediness
a red bosom located deep in uttermost heaviness
it's looking for a rise in a lost cause.
The view splits in two when I confess
anticipating a redemptive end in the last straw
flying out of the lines, struck by a tough drive
and so it falls to the ground.
My fatality.
As nobody waits for the time.
//wrote this 050618
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