Colours

Why does it fly away?
like the wisps of Gulatome.
Why does this wave break
upon the solitary desert tune?

These roads abandon people,
like in a hurry, they run away
from what built them and
made them wind like a snake.

Callous tongues hurt me.
they hurt the memories
of wars and dead lives.
I lean away on ancient wood
and wait for the pain to say bye.