Melancholy Space

Impregnates the deep preticor air,

the drops flash crystal brilliance,

the wind rocks the lilies,

and where are you?

They floating high through space,

singing some old song,

watching the horizon far away

and I don't see you.

The cruel reality has separated us,

like twins at birth,

I carry in your my retinas your beautiful smile

and you don't see me

I never thought of an early ending

I never guessed our separation

but in the life everything ends

and it was death that took you.

A.B.A.© 2022

Amalia Beatriz Arzac

Buenos Aires - Argentina