Like Jesus to Magdalene the holy dance
Saap thick like the blood that runs thick through the veins of a trunk
Black water, through still shadows of the night.
What calls beyond the tree line?
The deer are fine
the rabbits fine
But something is worn out, through pastel fields.
it's not fine.
I wrote this a long time ago.
It wasn't an average day
but ordinary struggles of our life
we heard the bleeding screams and felt the silence in the sky
all human kind was ready to die.
When more space was clear, we prayed to loose fear.
Now we know that God is dead to.
If powers, magic, potions and love
could loosen the grip of death at our last sip
one last drink is all we need
The deed is clear,
let us be set free.
I lift my voice to let out color, but it all detaches to dust and sorrow.
The unmistaken misfortunes stay calmly untouched
the way they should be.
Because, listening can make your emotions thinner
It is as real as opening a window,
as real as letting the breeze chill your space,
as real at the last kisses taste.
Be careful with your sympathetic heart, it can crumble and turn to flames
so, find your own hand
don't let go
the grasp of yourself, is as important as so.
It might take forever, but remember
the detailed shades of your life,
will never wonder
moments are tied together,
so you'll never forget
Save me from what?
no, it's tomorrow-
Sweet, but there's not function.
I see you're only helping.
I'll do it
I won't shatter.
I suggest you leave me be
for something that
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