Omar Posted December 20, 2021 Share Posted December 20, 2021 Should I live?......Should I die? And The sun upon my head let dream Of meeting the moon. Perfect, ecstasy so slow,volatilizing To the azure carpet. Disappearing from the old snow, And the river beyond me let flow, And the gray wooden village sink, The broken damsel let weep Upon her white- washed Swain. Blue to green, A wish ,a dream A nightmare. A heart-wrenching calamity. -all so odorless- -all too clear- that all is the same. Ascending" something" After hundreds of years, Defined cannot be. At last incurably unkown. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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