The Day Of Flowers

Sadly

every night I pour wine

in the silver glass you loved

Sadly

once again

I drink your past and close my eyes

sitting near you, empty.

And still I am here

with your smile thrusted in my heart

every night.

All the words

all the downs

all the men

all the shame

all the lies

all the ruins

all the sounds

all the damned suns

all the beasts

all the bastard sons

are about to know who you were