The daily deaths
It rained over our hours: wet ash.
At night
Pieces of our lives kept falling like stars, like an omen.
We who died little by little, day after day,
We knew how to read it.
It rained over our hours: wet ash.
At night
Pieces of our lives kept falling like stars, like an omen.
We who died little by little, day after day,
We knew how to read it.