Unheard sounds

The jumble of sounds invokes

nothing more than a memory

of the days gone by and

in this moment I realize


A destiny of treacherous fate

that ensues with love feelings

belonging to nothingness but

my own nebulous thoughts


As I pick a queen of spades

Only to realize the cruel fate

Of many pirates bound with

Ship of their dreams, sunk dreamily


And the treacherous fate opens its armory


He played the game of cubes

In his memory to set the

Cuboid with dreams of eternity

And with a deceit of hand


Put the cards in place for posterity


To make happen nonetheless heavens minting with copious notes of feverish ecstasy.




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