Unseen Thorn

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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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Tristeza y pasión leo querido Poroito. Me ha gustado mucho, siempre es un lujo leerte.
Besos y todas las estrellas con mi cariño,
:::hug:::
 
Gracias Liz, este es una peticion a que me sea devuelto lo que di, y que resuelva aclarar las causas de el olvido... aunque ya no es necesario. Besos.
 


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,
it’s mortal sting, its unseen thorn.



Tristes versos de andares que se duermen
en el asfalto, un placer querido poro,
besitos, muaksss....
 
Bello poema, esas espinas que no vemos cuando al tratar de tomar la rosa nos pinchan el alma.
Un abrazo.
Alaric.
 
Gracias Rosemery, Elbita, Alaric. He allí un quejido que no emite sonido, pero que capture en versos. Gracias por pasarse y tomarse el tiempo de comentar.
 
The murder of hopes causes an impossible existence. No wonder such sadness saturates your poem. I see that it was written last year. I hope that invisible thorn that so torments you has dislodged itself no longer causing a renouncing or surrendering of what you hold dear. A truly beautiful poem.
 


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,
it’s mortal sting, its unseen thorn.



Grand, liquid poem!
 
Thank you Arana, for taking the time to read and compliment my poem. My hopes from that side of my life (past) are already dead, but on this side (present), new ones are arising, much obliged.
 
..jeje..

as long as You keep tearing up beautiful roses you always ought to end up with a thorn digging on yous skin...
Just kidding bro...you know that i don't klnow shit about life.. but i hear about it..
keep the faith ...

..peace...
 
Hey bro, thanks for stopping by; and who knows about life? I sure don't, like a song goes..."the more i know, the less i understand", i think that as long as we live we may never get rid of that question mark on our heads, ever!. But hey, who want to know everything anyhow? cheers!
 
Merci E. R. Aristy, I think I pretty much said what i wanted to say in those verses; desperation trying to break away from a love that tortured me. Thanks again.
 

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