13 may 2021
This Summer
The candle burns
your thumb.Night will
not contain the light.
How you will write
the beginning of a tragic tale,
when you don't know the end?
Your voice was buried
in the soundscape of howling winds.
No star was ready to lift the veil.
The shadows of unseen are legthening.
I cross your boundaries
to know my destiny.
The woods are smouldering
without sparks..My fingers are
singed and feet blackened.The unknown path
will receive your footprints
and you would start seeing
in the rage of night.
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