Revelation
They broke in silence
as if it were
the last glimpse of dawn.
Nothing happened.
The scent of the bodies.
Casual underwear.
A book on the sofa.
The same noises of the street.
A drop of wine
spilt between
the two empty glasses.
As usual,
the old maple
scratching at the window.
Self-conceited Mr. Time
drove by
in his yellow limousine.
Suddenly,
a call.
And it's only then
that they have realized
that it's real.
2010
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