The crystal of existence!
Crystal drops embrace the sharp tips of my life.
The cold shakes my insides and my soul trembles to think how alone we are in time.
I still do not know if the memory of the times happening will disappear from my memory, leaving only the crystal of existence.
[image from @freewritehouse blog]
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Gotas de cristal abrazan las afiladas puntas de mi vida.
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El frío estremece mis entrañas y mi alma tiembla de pensar en cuán solos estamos en el tiempo.
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Aún no sé si sucediendo el recuerdo de los tiempos, desaparecerán de mi memoria, dejando solo el cristal de la existencia.
This is my entry to the Freewritehouse contest: A Picture is Worth a Thousand Words hosted by @freewritehouse
Rules
- Original content only
- Describe what you see
- Describe what you feel
- Write a story or poem about what you think is going
nice write up and very deep too, some memories cannot be wiped out
Good to see your poetry.
May the chrystal drops bring something good.
Thank you for your entry.
An upvote for a read. I wish you all the best.