creative-writing, fiction and poetry, Life, Poems, poetry

Forget

I kiss every sparkle of light

with my dark pupils:

A river smelling of forgotten touches

can only be cold,

my blood can only hold a limit of warmth

in every dream,

A little more

and my heart shall melt,

like the sun who devoured fire,

just to forget,

the kiss of the seas.

– SB.

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