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.
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