city lights were fading off,
as their hands was seeking the warmth
and in this journey
there was no one around to call,
her lips were whispering,
no wonder whey I feel this cold,
our hands needs to be touched....
our bodies needs to be entwined,
even we are worlds apart,
we are the last memories to recall
and we are the one...
so shallow became his breath,
so dead became the wish of their desire to lean on....
In every corner of these streets,
there was a pain, there was an agony to see,
closing their eyes in order not to see,
the feeling stays no matter what is inside, what is beneath...
the fog around them becomes stronger,
and sudden disaster came along... death..
© Thymournia, 2012