AS ONE.
turned into dust
in a last kiss of grey
Two footprints under the turf
Two dead at this place again
Our eyes are still here,
crowned over perfection,
for we kissed the lack of death
and put stones on thistles
We’re awaken, seen in wounds
Heal, we heal
Poetry by 1 SIGFRIDSSON
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Written on 2023-09-29 at 11:11
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BLOOD TRACKS
Think of faded traces of blood in the woodsturned into dust
in a last kiss of grey
Two footprints under the turf
Two dead at this place again
Our eyes are still here,
crowned over perfection,
for we kissed the lack of death
and put stones on thistles
We’re awaken, seen in wounds
Heal, we heal
Poetry by 1 SIGFRIDSSON
Read 160 times
Written on 2023-09-29 at 11:11
Tags Heal Blood Life
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