No Cry
No Smile
No
Whispers
Not like ants seek the soul
Not like birds tailor the nest
Hides the cries
Hide the smiles
A
Grey white
Shrouds the ways
Run like a tamed horse
Without a smile
Without a cry
Ants speaks about the grain
And about river's pain
Birds predict the rain
And sings for the heaven
I stand still like a tree widowed yesterday
A last ray, yellow,
Pale yellow sets on the eyes of darkness
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