you speak a dialect of silence
your pupils flash from time to time
like a primordial light
I want to abandon myself at every corner
time is lurking like the plague
here comes the rain, the sun, the wind
again
my hands would speak
a dialect of fever
the candour of tears
sharpens the blood
to find solace in the colours
that curse their silence
to dissolve time in spoons of sugar,
in lost words, into some whispers of the rain
Oct 10, 2025
Oct 10, 2025 at 2:17 PM UTC
you speak a dialect of silence
your pupils flash from time to time
like a primordial light
I want to abandon myself at every corner
time is lurking like the plague
here comes the rain, the sun, the wind
again
my hands would speak
a dialect of fever
the candour of tears
sharpens the blood
to find solace in the colours
that curse their silence
to dissolve time in spoons of sugar,
in lost words, into some whispers of the rain
