Poezja

Trying to make my
life ephemeral, inviting
back my pains.

It was organic,
love unexplained. A
cryptic approach was
birthed to survive.

I wouldn't touch
the aura of falling star
to stitch the wounds.

I might have
covered the ash body
without leaves. There
were unburied secrets.

Remember me in
dark when the earth
opens the eyes.