Writing: The glass
When I see through the glass
I see through time
where senses do not exist
where fears evaporate
I stand up
to exit the glass and
through the glass I see you.
through the glass I remember you.
I do not know why
I do not care to know why.
Do not let the devil
Eat us my love
Do not let him eat our warmth
Do not let him feel our pains.
When I look through the glass
I am flying and you are my guide
In between worlds we grow old
Where eternity will help us rest.
(2015)
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