His eyes became like liquid ice.
He did not ask, nor did he call.
Worn lips were begging for advice,
Embracing speechless empty cold.
He did not stir, nor did he start -
His eyes were only thing that lived,
And also his exclaiming heart -
Too much has passed since he believed.
His heavy eyelids flinched with pain
He gaped upwards into the sky
He welcomed the arriving rain,
While he prepared himself to die…
19.09.2006
Death
© Copyright: Роза Грёз, 2011
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