The strict eye of the sun
Stood above the city
It’s rays balanced on the walls and
The shadows slap from the lime
The sky poured from its dome and
Blended into the wide sea,
Drawing a light blue circle around and beyond
The immobility of the rock
We began our secret course
On the burning curbs
Behind the closed shutters
And the backyard doors of the people
Thirsty as we were
We turned on the street of life
Behind the limits of Non-Existence
The sky divided from the sea
And we sang
The sun started moving
And we counted the seasons
The night came with the stars
And we loved
It was before or afterwards when we died?
2 comments:
Yeah, I hate brain tumors. They always kill me.
Nice sunshine.
Let the sunshine in :)
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