A Piece of Sincere Smile

Our thoughts run

against the tide,

words will always remain dead.

Separated from light

by a black glass,

hidden from a shaky conscience,

I am looking for a substitute

for pain, a piece of sincere smile,

impeccable breath.

I love your black and white tears,

cherish the scarlet twilight flower,

run like a time

that is never late for work.

Take my fear

in your crystal lips,

hide in the dream

my final indifference that will never

catch up with heaven.