The death may come
at any time, But you have to
have a second birth;
like a rose blossoming
in my garden  of love.
I will never forget the
starlight that shines
from your darkness of lust.

The birth may happen
at any time, But you have to
have a second death
like a thorn  piercing
in my heart love.
I will never forget the
Costume that worn
From your body of dust

Between the birth and death
Whenever the ankles Breaks;
Wherever the hands shrinks;
Continue the frantic dances of life…,
Even if the color of the rainbow
Fades in your blue sky……
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By Williamsji Maveli

Email:williamsji@yahoo.com