Without fragrance, the flower is for nothing

... I dream a dream that isn't mine... I steal it from the silence... I lay
thoughts and whispers on it...desires.. the desire of having you... then I abandon myself into affliction...
...affliction that doesn't exist...
... the moon is playing too... it's soothing my face ... hoping to scatter away the loneliness...
...it's been sad for centuries, even though it shines ... as a smile, which hides hundreds of tears...
... I feel the tears in my eyes but they do not exist...
... I try to breathe, but I lack air... I wish I could listen, but I don't understand the silence...
...why , from all the sun in your eyes, you only give me a ray...?
...tear a part from you, to make me whole... give me the love to love again ... a lone soul does not reflect anything...
...whisper me your wishes, wish in the whispers ... love, sooth, kiss, look, live though me... sob, smile...
..............................

...today you are here and only yesterday you came and tomorrow you'll be far away ...
...I can hear your steps moving away…
...their hard echo is flooding my ear drums...
...you're gone ...
...without fragrance, the flower is for nothing...
By Anna