The coffee aroma and taste of spring
Brooks of silver thread on the asphalt,
Eyes closed, sounds of silence
And the trail of the sun is a splinter of red smalt.
I′m tired of remembering the past
New days have fancy patterns
I wouldn′t scare away a dream, I wouldn′t spill it,
And open wide the mute curtains.
Life is a change of scenery, masks, faces,
I let go of the unnecessary with a smile,
And the whiteness of not started pages,
I weave into a new day before dawn.
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