He walked closer to me
As if the sun was about to set on the horizon.
Never leaving a gaze,
Only looking at my soul.
His hands caressed my cheeks
And a cold liquid fell from my eyes.
It created inner turbulence inside my head,
Circulating fear instead of blood,
And breathing sorrow rather than air.
As the sun sets its kingdom,
The inevitable end comes.
He faded away along with the light
That gave him his life.
His form turned to ashes
And flowed beneath the shore.
He smiled for one last time,
And draw his arrow,
Depicting an archer in the night sky.
Goodbye, Orion.
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Poetry of the Soul
PoetryOur soul is like an ocean full of deep secrets, hidden fears, demons, and angels lurking at the depth of our being. If eyes are the window of the soul, then where would be the door? ------------------- Collection of poems, words left unsaid, words...
