She was a spring's morning.....

Her black and white blossoms
Made the red roses ashamed

Her face was the only synonym for twilight
In a southern beach...

Her deep silence was my slaughter house...
Burning, stabbing, bleeding within...
Her words and smile were the habitat...
For my contemplation...
Dreams...fantasy. Solitude...

I' to her....
A man from a godforsaken city in
Medieval age...

She' to me...
The clone of the Venus...

Like the beetle to the fire...
Not her beauty enticed me...
But her outplaying wits...

You’d say...
It's forgiving. Precious...unconditional...

I’d say...
It was devastating, suicidal, and insane

I was an autumn's eve.....

01/07/2021