Category : Poems

Sub Category : N/A

This sky cries sometimes the same tears

 Which flow from the cheeks.
 Following the same route,

 I am at the door of your house,

 Still not open to my regrets

 And the bad life we ​​both had before.
  The sea is bitter and salty

 Like the pain of this break up.

  My breath is guided by death 

To the grave of my dead heart,

Bad life we ​​both had before...