Like An Eagle Resting...

Like an eagle resting on the yellow shape of the silent sun
I Wait impatiently the dingles of the bells
Crying conscience of steady moons, at angels sunset
Breathless death, with his narcissus eyes
Adore by the altars, the looted vanity of the beauty of sleep
My body swallows, contradict by life.

Of these moments' blow by the winds,
where agony stand, where dark falls.
Echo flow away the inner life of mine
Clear my body of sacred breath, after life echoes

My heart bleeds, naked my body rest.
Symbol of reasons & pride, of visions arguing at night fall.
Chasing endless monsters hide by alternate consciences of.
tears and rains, rains and tears.
To hear, to touch, immaculate past, lays.
wait to remember.

Flocks of mermaid, murmurs at the imminent sunset,
where day has no rest.
Morning melody,
night tragedy.
Dazzles are my eyes, like a silent good-bye.
Waves

I remain seats in these empty scripts.
There are not bridges, there are not ways.
For myself, to escape.

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