My myopic eyes
in the whitewashed veins
dissolved a Solar Eclipse once,
sprinkled slowly in the transparent ponds
of vision,
through a negative film of ours.
Call it now, The fate’s cruel jape.
A sky long-awaited
and devoid of sunlight
is forgotten forever.
I do remember though, the universe we created
in silence, while we lent our voices
to an air that couldn’t speak.
The negative is now a mere vicissitude of colors,
for a time that went lost in translation.
Mar 22, 2018
Mar 22, 2018 at 1:12 AM UTC
My myopic eyes
in the whitewashed veins
dissolved a Solar Eclipse once,
sprinkled slowly in the transparent ponds
of vision,
through a negative film of ours.
Call it now, The fate’s cruel jape.
A sky long-awaited
and devoid of sunlight
is forgotten forever.
I do remember though, the universe we created
in silence, while we lent our voices
to an air that couldn’t speak.
The negative is now a mere vicissitude of colors,
for a time that went lost in translation.
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