the sun is split in your eyes...: The Poetry Game |

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At the end of the year, the sun split in two
half submerged on the horizon
and the other half hanging on the wall of the heart
without light
the light was dark
bury illegible marks
that I've seen in your eyes

The message came through the sharp sword
stabbed in the chest
bury the rays in any grave
before clever eyes read the verses of heaven
the edges of the words are already dividing
bury illegible marks
which is now lost in your eyes

It turns out that this is how dark is created
before it's time to bury the lonely
thorns in the form of a rug
stretched all the way

Time stopped at the end of twilight
until the last rain dries up
invisible rainbow on the horizon
black clouds still rolled up
become an umbrella for the land of thirst

A century passed in the morning
Its bright light dries up the wound
also, shed salty sweat
scars to be a sign
dark buried in memories
the thread covering the wound
until the full moon night comes
directions change times

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