Lovers etch their names into wood
Screaming into the void of existence:
"REMEMBER US"But the world cares
Little
For foolish things such as
Mortal loveThe lovers die
(The ground swallows them without an apology)
The lovers are forgottenLife forgets
The world forgets
We forget
The thing is
The wood never forgets.The wood will remember us.
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D I V I N I T Y
PoesíaThere is a wild fire in this chest of mine #1 in hymn (6-12-19)