The color of time
becomes impenetrable and more hazy as
s'ammassa on my shoulders makes becoming
quick view of the heart, every soul illusion
urging late and strong
The color of that time
change his thin transparent to opaque
that slow to change which leads to the dark
be to gaze across the screen every
joy to see change in dismay hard
The color of time
hour only filter their splendid young man forms
sweet and strong feelings of love frank
inappropriate things for a look senile
who searches the desolate their deft pass
The color of time
reached its dark gray and sepulchral
removes any hope of finding suitable place where
lay my love so what remains
without causing ridicule or nauseate glosses
Color
time reduces the range of the mind and the horizon circle
mercilessly by any evidence
appear in the ludicrous ordeals to follow ancient dance of love
showing the heart of an old foolish illusion
November 13, 2009
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