This murderous joy.
This silently speaking soul,
This life, a toy.
This murderous pain,
This murderous joy.
This grieving of the sun,
This ecstasy of the moon.
This silently speaking soul,
Making love to the stars,
and the ocean,the tides,
the desert, the dune.
This murderous innocence of life,
The unsaid promise to behold,
The eternal tears,
wanting me to stay
To live, to love, to pour.
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Chasing Horizons
PoesiaWhen I saw life killing me, A thought crossed my head: I had spent my entire life chasing horizons. Horizons which I could never touch.