WHEN the world is quiet
i am inside the heart
of lovers.
Weeping at times
while raining love
of splattering tears.
How alone is one
and quiet halls
of my soul’s house.
That when i experience
nature/of all things\
is my own Soul.
Respectfully i die
a breath each heartbeat
into the Unknown.
:: 08.10.2022 ::
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