LINES OF THOUGHT © 2015

I look at the sky,

And it looks back at me,

In silence we share the same veil,

Where sadness is the beginning and the end.

We both cry completely,

In drops that fall, heavy and cold,

In the reflection of an restless world,

Where tears become melodies.

The sky, with its gray cloak,

Descends upon me, as if it understands,

And I, lost in my torment,

Cry with it, as everything darkens.

But in this crying there is a union,

Between the soul and the vast sky in solitude.

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