Lima in rain

Oh, come, silent, small,
of infatuated protests
all, beside your mouth,
my heaven, my infertile time,
whirled by a single breeze,
the one that inspire your eyes so loved
and that warm hand waiting for me
to rise me of this world
I am sunk in
Give me a sign that revives my hope
walker, pale as me,
stuck to the sadness
no time waiting for…
the wanted hug
on the edge of the abyss
take me out, take me out.
Today, or never more.

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