i died so many times
so beautiful and bizare
and now i try the rhymes
to close again, to far
to far as deadly flowers
with perfume of your kiss
that slowly sweet devouers
along with your black lips
and fear not my love
we meant to be together
like the emptiness above
melting in forever...and ever
i always talk to death
my own or others
death is death
it doesnt matters
like whrn the God is dead
for man…
we are but snowflakes droping slowly on the hand of destiny, from there on we are on our own, many of us manage to swim nicely and smoothly along and sometimes against the stream. poor being if for a second belive to have the power to change or be heard... and then the cancer comes and things change.its like Death comes to visit an decides to stay for a while, and you have to get used to her and be polite, share the shower…
