Death......
Death
That no doubt the flowers, which were leaning towards us,
Suddenly we loved each other and that one of them,
To touch us both, fell on our knees.
You talked to me about the coming times when our years,
Like fruits too ripe, they would let themselves be plucked;
How would the death knell of destinies,
How one would love oneself, feeling old.
Your voice embraced me like a dear embrace,
And your heart burned so quietly beautiful
That at this moment, I could have seen open without fear
The tortuous paths that go towards the tomb.
Didn't know you were a poet too! It's darkly beautiful
hey @battleaxe how you got so much reputation
hahaha thanks