Can one be tired more that onecould stand?
Life after death – is it you love, my sweet?
Mixed music, poems, kisses, hugs – I feed
With you consuming your odd boundless land.
Bad odour of my gods deny my force:
I pray, I pray – in vain! What a betray!
Books on a shelf with the same title “Loss”,
A frantic thirst to finish a vapid play.
And then? Shall we get kisses after death?
And will your Love lead me to Paradise?
And is this way just that lone narrow path
Which takes me up to a mercy of your eyes?
Can One Be Tired...
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