today the sky opened its wound
the trees stripped of the snowflakes,
waiting for the birds, to touch them with their feathers,
my love,
this day does not lie
the other one doesn't lie either,
nor the light, or
the darkness does not lie,
for whom do you think the sky opened its wound,
and the rain
hides in my eyes, as if it were her dream
for a lifetime, since forever,
to leave him when it hurts the most
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