Broached.
The will was believed that
one day I could go back
to bloom again.
Stained white sheets
with black ink.
I keep your memories.
Somewhere in the heart.
Somewhere in time,
we just danced, like
two children.
Nice rainy afternoon
summer in the park.
Life took every petal
of my love.
But I still feel the
your sweet warmth.
What was left if not ...
the beautiful portraits of your
face.
Consuming the Void
of white sheets.
To fill the void of the
my heart. - Tiago Amaral
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