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Poetae Opus
Poems
Jul 2018
A dark sign
It’s a dark sign that,
Your eyes draw a breeze,
Which is encircled
In the spasm,
Of my wrath;
It’s a dark sign that,
Your body makes my blood dance,
In the middle,
Of a volcanic torrent;
Faith & Desire cover up my flesh,
And nine-inch nails caress my face,
Whereas Time & Dust are never enough
To fill up such a Blast;
Despite of we are strangers,
To each other;
I’m still being the Storm,
That arises The New Sun,
Whereas thistles & wires will
Never set on
My footstool;
Despite of your image reflects
The absinthe,
In which,
My soul gets his thirst satisfied;
I’m still being the Thunder,
That gets rid of any appearance,
Whereas mud & ashes are
The final result,
Of your assault;
Backbones crawl
Over shallow waters,
And feel a bit of humanity,
By kissing each other,
As slow as they can;
Just a smile of mine can
Reveal such a red Truth,
On the left side!
#inspirational
Written by
Poetae Opus
M/Portland, OR
(M/Portland, OR)
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