TONIGHT LOVE IS A SILENT ROSE
Words
come and go
in the perfect
stillness of
the hour. As far
as my eyes can reach
the hands of dreams
are holding a silent
rose of words
:
Fusion of lost
fragrance
. . .
I leave myself
following your
unfinished dream
only to find
the flower
in my hands
bleeding
!
Pain is merely
a shadow of the forgotten
country in the fission
of Night soundlessly
approached by
Love
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