you are immersed in a bath full of rose petals ...
With every day that you cherished them thrilled with their softness and ....
ecstasy their scent you feed your ego.
You're up to this oasis perfumed, that fateful day, who still curse ...
You went to fight a bloody battle and you're back ....
That blood-red rose petals, but not intoxicating ....
're back but your tank had another master ...
you go around with your aching soul ...
concealing with your fake smile ... the pain Living
times and places that do not belong to you ... I saw you back in front
the tub and immerse yourself ....
Did you feel close ... ..
Did you feel a stranger ...
But you decided to stay ...
remaining silent among those petals dried and broken by the weight of time ... Waiting
with your smile ambiguous the sprouting of the seed of hatred fed and with your memories
your ghosts ... so that they can return those lush rose petals that you so loved the simplicity of your mind ...
Cristian Chiappetta
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