Incense Ashes

Days spent blank

It was nothing special

It´s me n´ the loneliness

Nothing else

The honey became crystal

N´ the stones are crying

Remember, do you remember

The love¿

It became incense ashes

N´ smells good yet

But it has gone

Remember, do you remember the sky¿

It became a painted canvas

In my mind´s frame

Do you see in the stars of my eyes

That I would like to turn back

To the warmth of your arms

To your kisses

To that time

To that place

It was no illusion

But autumn has already taken

the summer heats

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