Poetheart (back)

(05/23/1960 / Rio de Janeiro)

Sweet Death!


On the waves
lost on a wrong place
too big and vast
and the time urges
please,
the surface!

but my breath is not the same
and i sink
breathlessness into the deep
into the blue

Am I on the ocean?
Am I on tears?

not for longer

by my numb mind
i accepted the dive
as i sink
and i find a peace
when I supposed swallow

Then i realize

how sweet is death on the sea

Submitted: Sunday, April 14, 2013
Edited: Thursday, October 03, 2013

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Last time i plunged into the abyss!

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  • Sekharan Pookkat (4/14/2013 7:29:00 PM)

    Death is the only truth
    The truth of life
    Off shore or On shore
    Up or down
    sweet or swore
    death is the only truth
    write about life
    life is beautiful (Report) Reply

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