10 june 2024
Where Will You Go?
Not a doomsday
O hardened life, I cannot
read you like a Rosetta stone.
You walk under
Jacarandas to become purplish
blue without moony touch.
The scented air
brings meltdown, I rise
the candle to count the tears.
A trembling prayer
dries on your lips. A university
of love burns in eyes.
An orange color
abducts the clouds for a forced
marriage with sun.
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