THE CARRIAGE WAS FAR AWAY

THE CARRIAGE WAS FAR AWAY

Whispers, nights of collection
The sun has lost its pale color - suspicious or darker
Strong alcohol flares up, burns, and breath falls into a daze
Tremors

Worn in the dark, the smoke breaks
And you
Lullaby of sad but painful moments
He had never asked, the silence cut into the flesh

Conventions no longer have the power of encryption
We mysteriously search for each other's childish desires
Building on the story that the carriage had left behind, had disappeared in the fog
The season is long, but the cold has not dissipated, the corners of the lips

Meaningless characters write on the turning points of my life
Once stopped, the wings of migratory birds, afraid of thunderstorms, fragile stars, fragile tears

Afraid to tell clearly
Because I don't really know clearly
It's been a long time, the desire to leave, to leave

Everything is diluted
I don't want to see myself standing buried without a trace of the old smoking road
We've been through
The grass was thick with fleeing footsteps...