The Stranger

The cold winter wind rustles his hair As he stands alone on the terrace Gazing, lost, towards the calm Sea While smoking the hundredth cigarette Of the night He thinks about her, The girl in his dream, Wandering through the […]

04 March 2021

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Death Wept

Death Wept She often sat down with Death And spoke to it calmly Like one would speak To a selfish child Too innocent to understand The burden of its wrongdoings. “I’d tell you to stop this”, she’d scold it “But […]

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