PRISONER OF TIME 2 © 2008

The dancing tears,

On the face, sketch their dance,

The stage is the skin, the truth flows,

In continuous acts, without hope.

Ovation in silence, a mute scream,

The inner soul applauds, without fear,

Mirror of heroines, in a sharp reflection,

Where the condition lies, lost in pain.

Here lies dead, the essence, the flame,

In the madness of being, burning so early,

The flame of this millennium, that does not complain,

But burns in secret, in its own fear.

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