by Luis Ullán
(Salamanca (Spain))
Those words shattered my smile in pieces
joined in a pile of glass, dust and stone,
but I didn´t hear the crash;
I just believed it all.
Morning spills memories back
like an old chant of a better past,
showing a cruel destiny, born without love,
a poisoned future of two lovers; both gone.
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