Sonnet

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To feel no more, no more to fall

In love for pain, such dark abiss

Where never shines a ray of bliss

And bitter souls are coldly small

I have refused, for once and all

To sense in me this senseless fix

That nothing is, a phantom kiss
A bended knee, a hopeless call.

My heart is now a closed window
In wich the curtains are still...

And motionless, the only will

Of my spirit, this wasted meadow

Where feelings will not cross again

After the physical pass of pain.