Poems from Poeticrae
Every now and then
I visit the park
It's beautiful in autumn
As if spring sleeps on the ground
But then there my lover is
Wearing her...
An eternal fire
Incinerating everything
She sprouts from ashes.
everything is suddenly
loud
I see the world
Like a lonely black
cloud
Pouring blood on every
tainted soul
Reach for my wings,
my black...
The sought of one's soul in another's cry
Wondering if the person inside is a reflection
Or perhaps the real you.
Have you ever inhaled...
It is a decaying void
In blackness and in thought
That I find my cry once more
In futile tries of reconciliation.
In a lonely made rose...