leaving behind only echoes.
The lights went out
and the silence took its heavy place
in the front row
full of unspoken words
and, a dream was suddenly gone.
It was winter that led me to the pain
and
it was the spring that washed it away
with a soft rain.
In the summer I reborn with a new flame
but everything was leading to you,
once again.
© Diana Mistera 10.2.2014
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