martes, diciembre 06, 2005
Unspoken Title

Thy myth
is fading,
nobody else
caring.
What happens
to you
cannot be seen:
you're not visible,
not to a being.

In vane wanders you
asking the peoples
to believe in you.
They've found new hopes,
not different from you
but definitively,
not you.

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