The swan and the Volcano

The sadness of losing

It's what's left

It was so true

to love you

It happened

but

I would love you ...

I would love ...

Come here.

Let me show you

I want to see

Maybe the hours ...

Or the mountains ...

perhaps

words,

I do not know

Maybe _ love ...

I stopped saying.

Stopped.

I resigned to love ...

the gods...

The flowers,

Kielos,

bit me

when i pulled them

To love you

Was like pulling a flower

I made you swan

The gods made me volcano

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