Love is nothing but mortal.
To love is to die, to be born
by sparks, blood, nature, and
magic.
To love is to inhale that stardust
only to cough drops of blood.
To love is to skate on that thin ice
with no blades on, with only the wisdom
that the ice is thin.
To love is a comedy and yet
a no laughing matter.
To love is a tragedy, so cry,
cry, my dear, for your heart matters.
Above the flood, a soaring dove.
The end is near, so love.
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Thanatophobia
Poesia2 minutes. Stroll through this minefield of love, this treasury of 5 poems, in only two minutes. Then, I'll assure you, dear precious warriors, your time will not be in vain.
