Burden of the Light
The stings from
the bitter edge
suddenly dies down
to feathery dust
in this night of exil
A heart
quelled by the world
and filled with abysses
now senses itself
encircled by a gentle breeze
And the fled sparkle of life
plays once again in the eyes
that before had
resigned themselves
to nothingness
Poetry by Telesforos
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Written on 2006-05-20 at 23:02
Tags Light  Heart  Night 
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