Blogging poetico

Burned guitar

All my music is lost in your eyes

my song is deeply hard to hear now

because I’ve lost you since the first second.

No sound fill me or lead me to you.

I’ve lost you with all those speeches

blinds as the fire that you rise up.

Nothing emerge of my soul and nothing

is what I am without you. My dear guitar.


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