Snow Tubing Killington

Without you,

my dreams are demons

clutching the pillow,

in the shadows

of my sun

without you,

wrinkles of my fears

my eye makeup,

in the retina

of myself

without you,

the sounds of silence

are the cries of my life,

in the distance

of my voice

without you,

roads are mourning

brings me to your memory

in the absence

my goodbye

without you,

words are exiles

Drawn in my smile,

in sadness

your goodbye

without you,

only I understand failure

to heal my wounds,

in defeat

of my love

Francisco J. Picon

"Feelings of a strange"

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