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memory lingers
fragrance of cypress
Insert deep into my heart
This knife is meant for thatIt is a gift from my sweetheartWhen I was with herShe screwed me with beautiful wordsNow before leaving me aloneShe presented me this dingdongI am hanging it since thenUnable to take it away, instantThe last footprints on my heartHas left an image so darkThis blood keeps reminding me of herBetter…
I am in a prison with the captive soul inside,
My creativity deals with the narrow mindsYet my determination forces me to keep my head upright.
do not stitch my heart
kind words are enough
leaves gracefully fall
manure for the earth
abandoned tree seems
eagle watching drought