Crying Angels
forsaking unknown shadows,
remote tears falling
through crowded memories,
deep smiles of never
ending souls,
waited to see you
through my window
as I opened my eyes.
Too many questions
unasked,
like dark roots
penetrating earth.
Nothing was forgotten.
Nothing was learnt.
Nothing was two times
the same.
Always left and always
leaving,
in or from places
unknown.
It was only a Dream,
And I embrace myself,
to not stop believing.
Daniel Castro A.
Venecia, Italia.
