Beauty, you, I betrayed for a lunar creature ,
my solitude that keeps watch ,
sentinel over my still waters...
In the autumn of age ,
amber dusk of years ,
the flickering lamp ,lighting the way
for the ultimate journey,
just a star throw from the tomb ...
Once the procession of my spicy loves,
drifted past, the hours of night grew shorter ,
beside me ,absence as drowsy as a old habit ...
Inspired fulfillement where among
manuscript's pages I was in quest of a dement syllable
dissolves in the ink's dreaming tide ...
Beauty,that I abandoned so as not to share
a secret garden where I go and meet
my dissimilar avatar ...
You were nothing more
than that slightly rebellious illusion
I used to dream about ,
born from a desire for papyrus
that took pleasure of tormenting me...
Beneath the gray sky ,
no rain remember your name .
A poetic relic chanting the day you vanished .
wavering,drunk, in the kiss of a solitary wave
toward the delirium of silly stanzas
swept away by the tempest of feral reveries...
Upon the final breeze of summer slumber ,
I dedicate this farewell regret to you
on a formalin mapple leaf that I stipped
into the memory of the manuscript...
I drink the nectar of your presence ,
vintage flavor of my solitude ...
I
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Author:
lorenz (Pseudonym) (
Online) - Published: November 9th, 2026 11:02
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Comments2
Sometimes better alone. There are no one else's feet to trip over.
We just need to know how to tame the animal and feed it in an inspired way !
I like that
We write better in solitude, much enjoyed read my friend
In silence we learn to savor the presence of our own existence !
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