Friday, 1 August 2014
After the exit.
How many faces have you
forgot-
That of men and women beloved?
How many songs and tunes have
you forgot?
You too have been forgotten
in equal measures.
If this is the case while you
exist
Imagine what would be after
your exit?
16.02.2006
Night is death
Every day there is night
To unburden your works.
Every day there is sleep
To loosen your stress.
Everyday there is dark
To forget your shames.
Everyday there is dawn
To rekindle your fire.
16.02.2006
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