NO MORE LOVE


When the sunset
is only the end of
another day
and a distant song
does not awake more memories.

When flowers
are just ornaments
in a closed window
and a summer day
another heat to sweat.

You are right,
no more love.

when look at oneself
is just a nuisance
that slides faster
and lines of your body
now strange paths.

when touch
is only a passage
too narrow
and the next kiss will be
another goodbye to forget.

You're right
no more love.

Poet: Mauro Bompadre

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