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Where the ocean ends,
mirage begins. I was drinking the
sun. Who will bring water?

Hypocrisy wears grass.
Clouds come and go and there was
no rain of hope and love.

Tulips zoom. I don't want
the beauty to distract me from
the river of blood to dry.

One day you will
walk out after ruining the past.
I am building a statue in your heart.

Difficult it was of
dying again and again for racial
marking. When the genocide will stop?

The words are becoming
poor. After the violence only
smoke will tell the meaning of slaughter.

Halt the light now.
I will belong to you later at the
execution of black moon.

How will you manage
the blood of the lonely sun after
the beheading in twilight?

Don't print anything
on the cover of life's book. Inside
you will find the soul painted by flames.

Why do you need to
become a fish? You want to jump
out from the water to die in seconds?

A solitary cult was
ready to dismember the art of living.
Broken hearts collect at sunset.

How far will your pain go?
The lips are not ready to sip
the venom of your foes.

Do I live for virginity
after a wild kiss of a blue flame?
I had snatched you from the fig tree.

Why was there apartheid?
You had mingled with tears after the
rape of truth. I want to shrink now.

Money will not matter.
I will start collecting emeralds
after the nightstand. It was sedated.

You live in my body
intertwined. When I touch the sun,
our souls start burning.

The dark clouds loom
large. How to carry zero to make us
rich to ripen our life in the flames?

Grief has a big value.
Can you market it in this bleeding
world, when the full moon hangs?

It is a moonday to
lift you again. My pain steps down.
The art of healing begins.

First you nibble my
hand, then resurrection takes place
You play well in deep hurts.

Try my patience. It
is my thirst. I inhale the sacred
smoke of a ceremony to die again.

You were too nascent
to understand a hominin. This is
called a reverse evolution.

You reached the pyre to see
the curse prevailing after the massacre
of the other side to become an iridescent star.

No one dies in books.
This was my imagination. You can walk
on my property of love and tears.

Your kiss was in the air
only. Who stood up to the storm? No
gaffe. There was no art in execution.

Great slips. Given by you
the pain is not mine. I buried my
thoughts near the water bank.

Was there any quantity
of brain? Were you sorting out
death in life? Don't nudge the tears.