One day at the top of the hill we found ourselves,
in the silence a rhythmic sound of a bell,
followed the beats of my heart,
but maybe not yours.
Our wordless eyes met,
and at last, sadly you lowered them,
forever taken you had your way,
On this side it was me and you on the other side,
a wall too high grew between us,
but I don’t remember the smile of you anymore,
and my irony became,
and I was never sure of being defeated.
Like that day that never seemed to end,
while beyond the bridge I watched you,
I had the courage to turn my back
a small warm tear fell slowly,
while the red of the sunset,
played with the wavy water,
I hid myself from the world,
and the little tear became a cry.
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