Lo stormo

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

It happens in life,
even after a life,
only to find yourself,
far from the flock that moves away.
Think back to life,
that you think that of another,
dreams and memories,
laughter and tears.
Remember when we were flying high,
when you opened the wings
and the sound of a voice,
as the song of the wind,
you claimed in your planar
towards a natural Tomorrow.
Remember the day when
that song ended
without notice, without a sense,
no return
as your crash landing
lonely and desolate cliffs on,
cliffs of pain and regret.
You lost the flock and then maybe even yourself,
and now still do not know
if you're detaching the flight
o se, on the rocks, you landed
forever.