Treasure Island

Pascale Ost

(21-11-1970 / Antwerp)

And He


And He created us,
Humans with two heads,
Four arms,
Four legs

And He saw us,
Playing,
Caressing,
Making love,
Give Birth,
And died

And yet He
Was not happy
He decided to tear
Us apart

And He putted the one
In the North
And the other
In the South

And He believed
That they never would
Find each other
Again

And He forget
One thing
How far away your
Soul mate is
There is always
The invisible
Bound of ties

And He can
Be angry
But they’ll always
Find the other half
In each
Circle of life

And He can do
Whatever he wants to do
But they’ll always
Play,
Care,
Give Love,
Give Birth,
And die after
Finding their
Soul mate

Submitted: Friday, July 21, 2006
Edited: Wednesday, August 18, 2010
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