Those epic moments when the hearts collapse…
The lapse of time arrested in a clutch
Of multitudes of seconds passing laps
And there it goes from less to more to much…
Those faintest days, elusive in its shine,
Denying time, denying death itself -
A circling swarm of stars they do outline…
And bliss, and blessed… the only feeling left.
Why do they go and leave those autumn leaves..?
Is it in vain what hides inside their veins..?
Seen never-ending dreams and now it seems…
They come to stall and end those faintest days.
And flashes come and glimpses flick and go…
«Les souvenirs de dieu», Voltaire would say;
To every yes of life there comes a no…
Yet, every night of woe springs happy day…
Those epic moments when the hearts collapse
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