By St. Ylexinho

I will stand tallEven when I fall into the valleyI will dry my tearsEven if they keep formingMy heart I heard the whispersLike a lovers’ saucy gistsRhythming the beats of fateRain had visits hereLeaves but gave a signKilling the fire with its breezeI pulled my sword in contestIt laughs loud at my eccentricityIt all dark, better the moonless nightThe sun will set anonTo restore the luminous rayHurry, give to me back my shadowAm tired of a lonely adventure.I can tip ear the horn of the train,A light at the end of the tunnel.Time to go home race near.It will end in praise…