Or
In memory of her, who died while the rain was falling
The moon is dead the waters are smirking
open eyes with landscapes awake me
if you leave the train you'll wind up alone
she left the small window in which ends
the blindness of the wall
and there were words looking for the blue bird
where the soft and green grass grows
and there was the time when the wind took our words
so we walked the street mute
your eyes are as blind as a quartz don't wake up
because if you wake up you'll be alone and you'll hear footsteps on the water
you'll run wet from the wind
across the field through the woods straight into your own arms
and as you're dying
you'll hear it
the rain is
fa
lling
onto the leaves.
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