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viernes, 18 de mayo de 2012

As it comes, it goes.


Cloudy water,
Enlightening with gold twinkles
the dark forest
of the warm night.

The Insecurity of a soul,
the security of another,
they reject each other.

Both would fuse together
If one of them knew about
The insecurity it entails;
Two souls fusing together,
Without thinking about the risk of the ephemeral.

There is no eternity,
There is no security,
Since
Nothing is eternal and,
Consequently,
Nothing is secure.

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