Lies Pigments
Few milliniums of lies
Beneath a gray ice
Years and years of lies
The town’s streets
The watch’s hand
Told me
It is lies
The stream of words
Is walking through her golden bridge lips
Come and vanish in lies
She is sick
With words
With lies
She is trapped
In her history
Story and lies
It is dark
Inside her
She can not hid it
She can not compromise
It is dusty and salty
Time
When she walked away with
Her face
At my birthday
She came and
Delivered me
It was my only gift
A gift from a woman
In love
After a long walk of hate
She gave me
My new name too
She left
For a century
She came back
To take back her gift
I felt
I should wait
An eternity
For a new birth
New horizon
And new open skies .
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