LINES OF THOUGHT © 2016

Life, you last so little,

In this cradle of inevitable death,

Like a shadow seeking the sun

For an end that is always relentless.

Like a seagull hovering over the sea,

In unexpected and profound dives,

You traverse time, the sky, and the moonlight,

Touching the mysteries of other worlds.

Carrying in the final breath,

My eternal and agonizing scream,

Merging with the wind, now lost,

In the silence of a fate already written.

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