When our warmth is gone
And we grow cold
We chase the drink
To kill the old
With the temporary flames
That the holy water makes
Of our throat
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Poesía"Blue eyes for distant Stars Honey eyes for Sunlight, We are the crashing of waves on sand Tree branches reaching for the bright sky We are where you end and I start; We were made to belong." This is a chapter in a book I am putting together. And t...
m i d n i g h t
When our warmth is gone
And we grow cold
We chase the drink
To kill the old
With the temporary flames
That the holy water makes
Of our throat
