I know the river runs dry after it has fallen asleep.
Death is not our alliance, life is.
So, between my arms,
you emerge like a hand,
and the way to celebrate it is to embrace you,
with long kisses on your cheeks,
because your heart is a garden of illumination,
plated with violets and lavenders.
Apr 18, 2021
Apr 18, 2021 at 8:03 AM UTC
I know the river runs dry after it has fallen asleep.
Death is not our alliance, life is.
So, between my arms,
you emerge like a hand,
and the way to celebrate it is to embrace you,
with long kisses on your cheeks,
because your heart is a garden of illumination,
plated with violets and lavenders.
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