lunes, 21 de noviembre de 2011

Dead landscape

Off we go to the broken shore
Vessels going wild
Sand turning to stone.

Memories told
In languages unknown
Emptiness flooding
The break of the day.

Rivers coming dry
Lava freezing to death,
May my name dry
And the endless night fall.

Soledad Lorena
November 21st, 2011

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