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Don’t hurry away.

Don’t hurry away in the late hour.
When sun is setting in my tears,
that slowly running down my cheek,
and in every drop I want to perceive
your refined face looking back at me
among splendour of white shadows.

Leave me slowly,
while your hand is following my neck
in a smooth movement down the spine,
that knows the denial of your atonement
the ever silent and lifeless dreams
and lead your senses home.

Don’t hurry away in the late hour.
Let your steps echo among the barren trees
and in the slow wind that turn to the sea
where waves are grieving over today
and tomorrow drowsily cries
for that deserted space in your heart.

Stay in this small moments, I have of sleep,
when your breath is embracing, drowning me,
clinging your voice close to my throat,
telling me in a suppressed whisper:
To leave, is only one way when life is slowly fading,
but, My love will always stay still in you.

November 2016
©k.c.

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