Pretty Songs

The lyrics that I wrote

I lost them in the way

To the train I had to catch

They must flown away

From my poet stuff bag

Filled with pages

That I pour into

My wishes and rages

The decades images

The thirst of ages

Like a book that wished

To be published

But never was

Maybe I lost a chapter

Maybe it few afar

With the lyrics that I wrote

For my pretty songs