Carrying her thoughts inside that special place,
where she hides her heart from foes,
from fears, from friends,
she sets out on a stormy Saturday,
praying for the afternoon,
as morning has brought nothing more than gloom.
Someone has broken through her chains,
and stolen what she names her April charms,
and a thousand thorns he left behind to harm her
and she wonders how to face the day again
as she looks in from the rain.
Inside a magic rainbow offers light and love and
all the echoes are of laughter, all the laughter laughs at her,
all the voices thunder loudly, and she wonders if its hell.
There’s no April, there’s no flowers,
her hearts rhythm marks the hours,
and she seeks but finds only the manikins he’s left behind.
And in the smoky distance she has noticed,
a quiet stranger humming softly,
at times singing and quietly sipping wine and eating chestnuts,
carefully, to not disturb,
for solitude is standing waiting for the train,
And in the drenching, freezing rain, she will remain.
C.2020, Francisco Bravo Cabrera, 02 FEB 2020, Valencia, Spain
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