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.