what is the name of the rose?
something sad and something still
motionless until the day it dies
and then fodder for the flies.
what is the name of the sun?
a bonfire slowly burning out
the last refuge of virgin light
and then gone in the night.
what is the name of the city?
shadows and light in etched patterns
it is bright with the morning's breath
it is a dance and a death.
what is my name?
I am a coffin, wide but not so long
filled with empires and desires
and sealed with a song
adam
1 comments:
this is beautiful (:
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