My Stories Of You (chapter three)
The worlds of her, that moved the worlds of others
were also moved by another, she told me
and made me jellous
of the hypocrisy of this another.
Leaves embrace a rusty death,
in front of her
jumping from the blue skies of summer.
Trees look awkward without their green.
The ground is wet and it looks cold,
but definately a good place to be buried.
why shouldn't he do the same?
he wonders
as the two walk, over those little corpses.
apocalypse of a man's love, my love,
it's the name of this,
her best masterpiece,
one of a kind tragedy.
It's crazy but they do get to feel,
the lips of the other
one, two
....
Three times,
enough to make another chapter
in my book of you.
poem by Serban Raducu Bogdan
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