The runaway feelings
leave marks at home,
the barefoot body is walking alone
with no shade,
only words have bitter fingerprints.

A fake laughter
listens to its watch
lost in the woods of soul
where regrets,
forcibly banished from memories,
transfuse.

Thoughts, hit by loneliness,
wrap the core
and smolder the days
in fiery sunsets.

During cold nights the dreams deepen
in an illusory light
as the autumn rains
give a signal
to the leaves fallen in the wet hands
where your love
searches for the fortune line.