Dusk

Dusk is yet another of your stories
One of those few, I wrote for myself;
The one where the pink river carries
Your footsteps and my heartbeats.

Dusk is just one of those unsaid stories,
Which manage to illuminate the horizon;
The line beyond which resides realities,
Of an old dream and a young anguish.

Dusk essentially belongs to our stories,
Those which I write everyday, in peace
And will keep writing on broken strings,
For they are the ones you will never read.