Tears of blood
The floods of tears are not enough
to cover all the injuries and damages
that seized upon us, brutally destroying our lives
by meaningless unnecessary force of violence and madness,
but they did not know what they were doing.
We have transcended and survived
and have come out of it considerably strengthened
with new powers for the future at our generous disposal,
and the tears of blood we shed have turned into a life elixir
of prosperity and richness and unheard of possibilities
of love, creation and expansion.
Yes, we cannot doubt it.
And although we died, and drowned in the deluge
of undeserved misfortunes and catastrophes and trials,
life is now beginning, like a Phoenix of the spring
to gloriously spring forth, like stags out of the forest
to climb any mountain, rising gloriously
to seize the throne and crown the landscape,
by just being there to overlook it all
in the serenity of natural and obvious majesty
as glorious victors of all human possible adversities.
Poetry by Christian Lanciai
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Written on 2022-11-02 at 01:46
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