Poezie

Sinner

1 min lectură·16 martie 2005

Mediu

Sinner, sinner

I’m a sinner

I don’t want to go home

Because I’ll find a riddle

That always gives me a shiver

I’ll find the things that fall in winter

I’ll find the memories of this one sinner

That never managed to cross the river

I can still see that wine that dripped from the vines

That river of silence that stands between the lines

We never get to say the words

We never get to hear the quotes

So, I’ll sleep and you’ll play your cords

Let me hear again the sounds

For, there’ll be no snow tonight or tomorrow

But before I die, make me feel again, your sweet sorrow.

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Cara Zadora. “Sinner.” Atelier, Poezie.ro, https://poezie.ro/atelier/cara-zadora/poezie/110927/sinner

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