The Last of bartenders poet: FRACTURE – di Gabriele Zisa

This is my way,

This is my day

Scream his name in the darkness

Where no one can hear you

Screams your prayer for yours sickness

Where no one can save you.

Storm, thunder, thunderbolts

Inside you are destroying

The only things for you loving.

Clean your face from the mud

Clean your soul from bad mood.

When your story will end

You will cry tears of sand.

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