Farewell

All that fits into a look 

Rehearses a farewell. 

There are too many dry leaves 

On the grass of my life, 

Swept away from their moments, 

Born to not stay ... ... 

Your skin is so ephemeral, 

 Fleeting is your look! 

And every touch is goodbye...

Each encounter creates roads 

To take you away from me...

 Nothing ever stays, 

We are lonely creatures ... 

It is part of our essence

To turn ties into knots.