White love

Kyriakos D. Papadopoulos Rain after the sun, silent river. The leaves fall, the snow falls. White love. Blood on the snow, ring of uncertainty, fever. Silence above. *** Screeches sound in the night. Voices without ton blend into the winds. The love dies! I die alone *** Do not speak. You are beautiful in your silence. Cry Echo of teardrops. Dont forget the fairy tales, neither the sky. Silence. Affirmative. Principally, the fairy tales dont forget. *** By killing you, you will believe in my love. Do you laugh? I will hit. Do you laugh? You will die. You will die. You faithless! *** The sprung wakes up. There is a sun is in your eyes. Sweat. The illness finished. Victory. Independence. Quietness. Tomorrow the glory will come. Do you hear the silence in my soul? I will die happy, unregretted, with a hostile smile on my lips. *** I am sorry. Do you hear me? I am sorry. Steps on the horizon, more step in my soul. After them, the roses begin to wither. Close beside, there is a grave. *** The man again is crucified, every day, every moment. Pong in the soul. No one prays any more. Neither you. I am sorry. It is too late. *** I will leave my face to be lost in the golden horizons. *** Rain after the sun, silent river. The leaves fall, the snow falls. White love. Blood on the snow, ring of uncertainty, fever. Silence above.