Saturday, 21 September 1991

And Then ...


What is death –
A final goal,
A gasp of breath.

And what are lies –
But kinds of truth
To close your eyes.

They are combined –
The ultimatum
In our mind.

We disbelieve
The power of love
That we conceive.

And all alone
Begin the lonely
Walk back home.

 

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