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pendulum

Sweat and skin
Brushes of hair between
I feel his breath on my neck

The desire of a pounding heart
A race to a finish line
Only to start from where it ends

Just a pendulum
Either a top left or right
And again, back to the middle

Like a bird in the sky
Caught in a current
That forever is yearned

Stretching her wings
Before the break of the winds
That she must find ground again

From the same tree she flew,
An old brush of an oak,
Where her nest will ruin

At the changing seasons
Her spirit like a flame,
Losing the color of its light

As she flies again and again
Trying again and again
Until the sun falls and rises never again

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A thousand daggers

Awake in my dreams
The burning flames on my skin
Falls rugs of flesh from my bones

My soul is a wooden bird
Hollow,
And never flies

Standing on a windowsill,
Watching the sky and it’s kites
The sun and her moon

With the stars forever far,
The sound of a winding clock
Came a shade of a dark cloud

A young sparrow she was
Onto my windowsill
With a melody of a dawning spring

That life felt complete
Just a moment to last
But a moment too short

Watching the last of her wings
Flapping into the yellow of a young sun
The last petal of a red rose

And I became lost of my heart
With a thousand daggers through its veins
Bleeding a love that never was