Gino

A Night's Tribunal

Lost times under the guise

Somber moment in the mire of a vice

No sleep, for the noise of your tragedy

Ignites the frail peace to break into pieces

 

The morning sighs away the posture of the night’s last stand

Listen to the troubles that arise

For the song of birds awaken a new dawn

Beautiful radiance, don’t disturb my patience

Desire from the stable of fools?, don’t go near

For you will be disappointed

 



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