poroeta
Poeta que considera el portal su segunda casa
UNSEEN THORN
They don't return, those days
that paved an intrinsic collage
of joys, now your image fades
in these eyes, in their mirage.
Renounce my light, my stars,
my unmarred bliss, my kiss,
a simple heart without the scars,
my night, my dream, my peace.
Surrender the unseen cause
capitalizing on your freedom,
calmly murdering all my hopes,
its mortal sting, its unseen thorn.
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