In Essence My Life
In Essence my Life
The sun is up, but it is
darkness shadowed by eclipse.
The air is calm, but the wind blows.
I stand alone at the edge of my dream,
lost in the labyrinth of my mind;
while my lips touch gently
the lips of a rose
and my eyes see the blood
drip from its silver
thorns.
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