Try to run away
from the time I have wasted
walking thousand banquets
drinking all the wine without taste it.
I will find your face
although I have to scroll thousands masquerades.
You can hide behind the colours
but your soul unties will arise,
beyond all faceless imitators.
In my blood your memory has been tainted
blessed, wicked imprinted.
Nights get longer and colder
and at the dawn with my unshed tears
I beg to be the lover,
and not the fear.
© Diana Mistera 2009
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