that cold is diluted
constellation in the watery eyes
a slow future mercilessly and
the blackness faded tenderness
unlimited soft breath on that
where dreams are killed
per thousand glances that accuse his passion
there are no nights of love nor a groan
released last
fear of a future filled this
the hammering of a heart without forgiveness
febrile brooding and full of fruit suspicions
shut up
melancholy in airtight container
eclipse will last as a lifeless
and an eternal feeling hurt
there in the last corner to the left
weave a rug of beautiful roads
where my fate is the disturbing scene
of two souls entwined in the same direction.
Author: Arwen
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