Dec
31st
Sat
31st
Poet without fate
I live on Odes of endless days
of missing hours that once were
Words that bend my reality
where I wish I could lay you down
And verses were suddenly shut
for a voice that no longer will sing to heaven and hell
for hands that no longer will know what to hold onO desired fate that no more
when intense whispers announced us
when innocently I tried to write you…