My muse goes into hibernation
I do not know why
And when it stirs
and struggles in the cocoon
and finally breaks free
into the light of the day
had had waited
what felt like an eternity
just meant all the more,
no other kiss,ever matched
or surpassed your golden ore
the warmth, the tendeness flowed
Cleverest of all tricks behold
my soul rejoiced, my life anew
only to find out
that death was upon me
only a short distance away
lingering, lurching toward me in the brightest of the day
Songs of consuming
No colourful wings.
Only ashes.
the pain of death
lost in silence and forever repressed
'till floodgates opened through your words
asking me to fill in the -----
a glimmer of hope, of salvation
Alas turned into
jewel crusted sword
euphoria slowly fades away
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| Jordan, Paris parfait |
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