My lady death ,elegant ,dressed in pallor,
beautiful as a the shadow of a cloud
on the black sun ...
Hand's cold caress gliding
over the velvet of the destiny .
Book writen in letters of rain .
life ,whose lines are not yet drawn...
Yesterday , on the bridge of smiles ,
my sighs mingling with the breath
of a submissive dove ...
Pretty colombina in this mirror
so desirable ...
My lady death ,my drunkeness,
dark bird's flight
in the orchard of delight ,
to my last party ,tonight
you will be invited to this burial suite,
Amidst the ruins of my stripped palace
and devastated kingdom ..
I'll make you bloom .
We'll drink to these rivers of bitter laughter,
tender illusions in blue satin shoes ...
Take my arm ,grande dame !
Read me the chapter
of god and devil together !
Beyond the great purifying pire ,
walking on my path of light
in the black angel's gospel ...
My lady death .
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Author:
lorenz (Pseudonym) (
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Comments3
Beautiful words about something so feared. A lovely poem of what none should fear
We need to tame each other !
great read
Thank you nephi !
very welcome
A poetic requiem, written with love, grace, and dignity. It is not about fear, but about acceptance. A magnificent work!
My graceful grande dame !
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