Voices

December 3, 2021 § Leave a comment

Not to interrupt the darkness

we breathed slowly, exhaling

almost invisible smoke.

We had rolled cigarettes

with cold hands, shared fire.





Nothing happened for a while.





Then the stars started falling,

each one like a different voice,

leaving their choir behind,

escaping with a strophe of a song.

Cosmic dust burning up fast.

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