Aftermath
How many times we shoot words
to the hearts closest to us …
How many times we pour abuse on
the most humble ones at hard times…
And we save our love and sweetness
And we save gesture and gratefulness
But time implacable
Send to us a day black and inauspicious –
That day someone is gone away
Taking his eternal path…
To be excused is
too late…
In guilty fire our hearts are burning up.
And how simple is to be
Right now generous and nice…
After our last breath could we
purified to be born again!
to the hearts closest to us …
How many times we pour abuse on
the most humble ones at hard times…
And we save our love and sweetness
And we save gesture and gratefulness
But time implacable
Send to us a day black and inauspicious –
That day someone is gone away
Taking his eternal path…
To be excused is
too late…
In guilty fire our hearts are burning up.
And how simple is to be
Right now generous and nice…
After our last breath could we
purified to be born again!
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