WITH BEAUTIFUL WORDS
As we walked
Hand in hand
And in the hideouts of the silent nights in black rivers we rowed,
The wind bore our whispers to the wrong shores.
They took you away
And into the books of possibilities
I inscribed my name upon and killed
My immaturity.
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You can’t escape from behind bars with beautiful words,
The part of me that could save you is dead.
You can’t escape from behind bars with beautiful words,
In the darkest chambers of loneliness, you were left waiting for the end.
“I remember – how we painted the future with beautiful words.
Black is the color of the angel who fulfills the promises”
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Yet still you’re trying to break free,
Your inconsolable sighs echo here
And the cold wind touches –
Strangles the living.
You bewitched these lands
And those hands that had put you into the basement – abandoned.
The bitter tears of resentment didn’t wash away
In Lepaa’s streams.
Neither of us found peace,
And the third withered away in sleep, innocent into oblivion,
Neither of us found peace.