onacarom
Member
In the rain
Today it rains
in the field of the dead
while I walk
reading their names
written in chalk
on crosses of blackboard
landscape that Life planted in my thought
and that I leave behind
dancing in the rain
to feel me alive
despite those graves
despite their voices calling me
I dance I dance
for them for me
the fog is chasing me
dense cloud that does not fly
but is enough to hide any meaning
and while I walk
I feel devoured by the shadow
of what cannot be changed
Today it rains
in the field of the dead
while I walk
reading their names
written in chalk
on crosses of blackboard
landscape that Life planted in my thought
and that I leave behind
dancing in the rain
to feel me alive
despite those graves
despite their voices calling me
I dance I dance
for them for me
the fog is chasing me
dense cloud that does not fly
but is enough to hide any meaning
and while I walk
I feel devoured by the shadow
of what cannot be changed