Friday, August 04, 2017



Saw my light on and all others off.
Saw my time entering the time of others.
Searched for you while
tending the dreams of others.

During my youth, I made sure
someone would see me coming from the war.
I hated those who made me believe
that "we" had discovered the world together
when only I suffered.

Who goes through the pain like
a mother feels the same or more?
I do not think so.

A man leaves his life and comes to me,
takes the floor, smells it, tastes it, relishes it.

I tell him, how beautiful a man he is
like all men that don't believe in anything.
He says, how necessary you are,
a man who needs to believe in everything.

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