creative-writing, dream, Fiction & Poetry, Life, Love, Poems, poetry

Imagine

Thirst is a dryness that floats from the throat : a snow that burns everything like a voiceless cold fire, a pure river polluted with a meaningless existence,a reality that drinks bottles of dreams without regret,a death caressed ominously with warm hands,a shadow unloved in the brightest sunlights.


It is a blessing and it is a curse.
It is just a human sometimes,

too much loved.

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