nico poeta

you were walking and you see a person sitting singing if there were an infinity without stars...
or that it loses its width plus its immensity.
My sadness would not be so immense, like that of being left without your love, if the rainbow asked for its beauty, and the flowers their perfume and their color and that the black of your eyes that does not die and the cinnamon of your skin stays the same | || <p>poet###loving</p>

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