Saturday, June 22, 2013


The summer has started

with her darkless nights

the heart ache at the starless sky

where is impossible to throw a wish

but the moon will be there near the sun at midnight

finally together at least for few months.

All is quite like the death

in this ghost city

where also ghosts decided to run away.

The screams of the seagulls remind

that something is alive

and I am not only a silhouette

who is trying to escape

from a mute, black and white movie.

The last beer can, reached the others

that are dead too.

A lonesome dreamer

with rotten dreams.

© Diana Mistera 22.6.2013
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