PRISONER OF TIME 2 © 2008

Buried is the feeling

In an empty and cold grave,

Where the past finds solace

In the silence that empties everything.

The urn is dug up,

As if searching for a lost hope,

In the hope of a new day,

A new life reborn.

But in the turned earth,

Where the feeling lies without light,

Arises an uncontrollable doubt,

Whether the pain dissipates or leads.

Still, the gesture persists,

To dig in search of renewal,

For the heart, even in protest,

Yearns for new emotion.

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