The sun dies

Posted by Alexander on May 27, 2014 in THOUGHTS-PAINTINGS |

Among the trees,
as memories in the folds of my heart,
the sun dies
like every night,
the dawn of time,
come, the dawn of time
where svanisti,
I died in the sun your eyes,
leaving, in its place,
they move me howl
to rustle like leaves
in the cold wind
my uncontrollable anger.
And by that time of night,
nightly,
My heart dies.