Poisonous fields
- Noémie Valcauda
- Dec 21, 2022
- 1 min read
It was the dirty end of winter
Weak sun flickered over the white surface
Small shadows over poisonous fields
Like the wet petals filling the eyes
Consciousness buried in the darkness
You know, am scared to risk the days
I fear the noose, I fear the stake
And the truth of fate
In the raw wind and new worlds
A persistent echo in all sounds
Fury of the cry that mean goodbye
For the grief sprinkled over the dirt path
Faded flowers on the bed of earth
You know, am scared to risk the days
I fear the noose, I fear the stake
And the truth of fate
The hand of the past quite remain
Waves of fire waiting for the coming rain
My face couldn’t bear it - the burning
Through the cool firs, confronted fears
I stared at your shadow, my lonely dear
You know, am scared to risk the days
I fear the noose, I fear the stake
And the truth of fate
Touched your cheek to make a truce
Your skin cooled & dry under the cold light
In the silence, at the end, what remains?
A blooming flower in a field of ruins
Weak and strong as the unspoken words
You know, am scared to risk the days
I fear the noose, I fear the stake
And the truth of fate
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