Tonight, let me write!/Let me write/Of the hopeful eyes/And the desperate souls,/Of the severed limbs,/And the silenced songs,
I went sleepless and troubled/ Hiding under my pallid skin/As a thick blanket of darkness/Enveloped the starless night.
The November day was drawing to a close. The shadows were deepening in the pine forest that lay on one
She went up to the gray-haired man and kissed him on the lips, and leaned against him, until he wound his arm about her waist, and she rested her head on his shoulder caressingly; and then she looked defiantly at the young man, who had drawn near.
The first flutter the first brush, the butterflies the blood rush./I looked away as you did too, me not knowing what to do/
Yet glance at your house I did, hoping I will see you too.
After the burial is over, he reaches the riverbend. A bird seems to arrive from nowhere, its wings flailing the water.
While I fear someone will push me off of the edge,/The mountains tell me, “Don’t worry darling, I will catch you”.
He blanched at the sight of the lifeless body that lay before him. Gaze fixed, he reminisced about his days as a first year medical student…it was the first time he had laid eyes on a corpse.
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