-My Only Trust, Death-
To: the reality I appreciate...
Beauty of death is too underrated
One can only understand it.
It allows us to understand the beauty of life,
The seconds ones thread to life snaps,
The ones whose is still intact
Feel the length, thickness, shade and quality of the owner
Of now broken thread.
Death is the queen, who bows down to no one
Who dresses with hollow-dense emotional drapery
And the jewelry she wears is intoxicatingly capable of creating a vacuum.
A vacuum so full of things only she can make you feel.
The feelings you can only feel at her arrival-The waterfall of memories,
The tears who don't rain enough,
The heart which keeps stopping without meeting its own end,
The crowds who feel empty,
The breeze who doesn't calm you with its feathery touch,
The sun whose burn is too cold to dry the wet cheeks.
She does things to all of us.
She adds things to all of us
As she takes few.
She is the only truth of the universe
Which will never lie to you.
She is permanence.
She is the growth after fall.
She is present for every soul
At the red ribbon, waiting for us all.
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all the poems i ever wrote..
Espiritualit's just a chronological collection of my works. probably will stay in ongoing status. ... p.s- I would appreciate it if you don't re-post any of my work under any other name but mine. thank you. -------------------- 17.01.2022 ~ #1 in #ballad.
