Dried Flower
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Category : Poems
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I remained like a dried flower after the drought,
I remained like a dove with broken eyes.
I remained like a broken chair,
I remained like a dumb and deaf ear.My voice is the violin that cries
Without ever stop.
The silence of her mouth
Brings avalanches over my blood.I was left with yesterday's thoughts,
I was left with her touches over my head.
I was left with her gaze in my mind,
I was left with her name under my skin.I was left with a knife in my heart,
I was left with broken arms
And painful thoughts.I was left without her,
And my heart no longer has the strength
To scream to call her back...
To call her back to me.
