23 kwietnia 2015
Like A Firebird
Like a whiff of pungent smoke
morality hurts.
The inner song dies
in chorus of sharp tongues.
Anger beats the wall
causes no beginning,
no ending.
A naked shadow burns.
The voice on the edge of truth
jumps in the dust of lies
like a firebird
bathes in immortal grief.
For deliverance from the depravity,
one who calls you a name.
How I longed to invoke
a time outside the space!
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