Dionysus - Poem by Anthony Cavuoti
Even more than honesty, is caring, giving and effort and struggling from what is meaningful in her life, holding it very sacred, sacred, that is what is real, that is what last.
My heart cries for her but she is not here.
My rational mind knows it is for the best.
She was the fulfillment of my darkness, the unraveling joy of wonder.
The sweet sweat of her I wish to drown in, it was my marsh of pure delight.
The more I am of the light, the sweeter my death in the darkness,
I need the night.
I need her.
Not one, both.
Continue your courage and the unconventional
which is the only path in which you will not be lost.
Give an effort, be real in brave to have a delicious night.
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