Heart beating like kettledrums great:
Death is truth and single fate!
But fate is benevolent if i go to rest...
With your hands on my head over your breasts.
And you caressing gently, sing sweet lullabies...
Till breaths do break and heartbeat cease!
And Away from world, away from feast ...
Flies off this bird, towards its nest!
(Solemn vibe on this chilly night of winter!)
Love!❤️❤️
YOU ARE READING
IMMORTAL IMMIGRANTS
PoesiaThese words have escaped the city of my heart and are refugees here with their tents on the pages of this book beseeching nationalities of your hearts. Give them the nationalities of your heart.
