A little tale of memories

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The nostalgic path of memories

The clouds are witness

The landscapes are wastelands

with the absence of a word

the twist closer to the sky who lost along the snowy beaks

the bus I lost or I left go

The street is nude and empty. No caress, no smiles.

Glances which go down, while we used to feed us with our glazes. We ate enough the bitter bile up until the sweet flavour turned into weariness. Words which lose like the root fruit of lost love.