The Little Silence Between Us
A secret fire
In the heart of a starless night
That burning heat
misty grey steam evaporates
In the cold winter air
A little glass of glittering wine
Made of red blood of passion
by the wooden window of a night tram
Its flickering shadow dances
In the fast disappearing scenes
Of a private human history
This morning
The blind fortune teller lost her calculation
on the sandy beach
The ragged fisherman cast his broken net
thunders afar, clouds near
All sailors gather
A fiery mix of twanging guitar
with relentless drumming
It's about to rain
It's about
To
Rain
The tension weighs on
And saddens me a little
Regardless the joyful sound of
A calming spring
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