I wait for the train
That will take me home
Under this falling sky
The wind blows
It's almost cold
And not even the sweet memory of you
It warms me
You, now you are far away from me
Oh who knows where you hid
Or have I lost you
Among some dream of nocturnal unhappiness?
The city now disappears
On the platform the train has arrived
Who knows how much there is in the world
Away from your irises
Now I run away
I'm going, maybe I'm hiding
But if you find me in the fog
Love me there
Where I'll be more
Than a sweet summer dream
YOU ARE READING
Thoughts of a poet
PoetryHo viaggiato per la mente d'un poeta, esplorando e condensando quelli che sono i pensieri più reconditi e profondi. Questi sono "i pensieri di un' poeta" I've travelled into the mind of a poet, exploring and realising those that are his most profo...
