He knows that you will return,
Because he is far away and sees everything in its truth,
He senses your veiled sadness,
Burning embers beneath his delicate skin,
To avoid being burned, he flees.
He knows how heavy is the misery hidden in the tissue of time is,
You will experience pleasure,
in the color of lustful blood,
But time will steal it away as well,
So he will not move his soft fingers to touch you,
He will lie in wait for you, without seizing you.
He knows that a war is near,
Where he will need his woman to be present.
He knows that you will sign many papers on the fourth floor,
when the sky will be somber.
Only then will he come, clean and strong,
To pull you between drops of cold water,
Only then, time will not notice your escape
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Taste Of Anger
PoetryI choose anger instead of sorrow I prefer madness over sadness I never want to be a victim. cover © : SIILDA
