Poetry

valao


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30 november 2011

Step...

Step.
Another one.
Loosing
or winning.
Breath.
Another one.
Dying
or living.

It`s all about the tin red line.
Bleeding. Forgotten and lost.
The truth that lies in a glass of wine.
And the letter in the post...

Whisper
or silence.
Where
is the difference?
Strong
or weak
but everyone
 dies.

And then - in that second
When your heart starts and ends its final beat.
There you see all. You see what you did.
And you see it as clear as ice.
And you can not repair the pieces
    scattered like glass.

You see all your mistakes
and how you could have fixed them.
And then you see the eyes of Death.
It comes closer and you feel its breath.
  And you should make the choice
  - up or down, you run or stay...
    Will you follow, will you pray?

A single step.
A single beat.
We are all scared
when the moment hits.

Step.
Another one.
Loosing
or winning.
Breath.
Another one.
Your heart
is now weaping....






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