And during a harsh afternoon I asked
So suddenly as night I grasped
Why is it that people love
What’s the meaning of lilies on grave, or the skies above
Why do people long the kiss
The cold that is the lover’s abyss
Is love useless as I think
Is it one more letter of dying ink
I notice the smiles, the entireness on their faces
And of sanity I see no traces
And if war love can kill
Why doesn’t it embrace me like I think it will
And if I think love is so unnecessary
Like the studies of life’s mortuary
If I don’t understand a lover’s touch
Why is it that I want it so much?
André C.
Photo: "outono II!
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