Far into the lands,
My love, do you remember
How we fled?
Past the towers that looked at us
Condescendingly?
Past the men who
Hated our union?
Past the lights that
Overshadowed our past?
Far into the lands,
My love, do you remember
How we succumbed
To our deaths?
As the men said
We were not two but one.
Two men in one mind.
They killed us both
Mercilessly.
Far into the lands,
My love, do you remember
How we realized our minds
Were indeed one?
An ego.
An alter ego.
Which one was I?
VOCÊ ESTÁ LENDO
Yin and Yang
Poesia"Painting is poetry that is seen rather than felt, and poetry is painting that is felt rather than seen." ― Leonardo da Vinci "Every heart sings a song, incomplete, until another heart whispers back. Those who wish to sing always find a song. At the...
