30 september 2020
Said In Part
Impacted in lunar surface,
the centuries of dust and
dust of centuries, were willing to surrender
orange love,
hovering over your trajectory.
The second death will not
come, flesh consumed.
I will draw your profile
in white desert of psalms.
Life was a big funeral.
Footprints in snow were vanishing.
I have come afar from the
home. I don't want to leave
the traces of my missteps.
Time was very venomous.
The roses will not die, never.
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