I kiss your shadow in the sun
My blood spills, the dust drinks it.
Yellowed pages drift away in the blue
Merciless time closes the manuscript.
I chase a shadow that vandalizes my day
And brews a fiery night of dark phantoms.
My being disintegrates into dead fragments
To be blown away as scattered ashes of hope!
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