I chew strengthless
A bitter root
As a solitary bison
That wanders zigzagging
In the vast meadows of the soul,
Desperately seeking
The sweet memory of your gaze
And I get lost among the mysteries,
I wander in the labyrinth of calm.
In my memories,
Your acerbic flower stands
Like a lighthouse whose light
Projects a halo of nostalgia.
It is the bite of an asp,
A desert jackal,
A hyena that laughs in mockery.
I take its rough petals
Between my lips
And like a potter
That lives for molding
The clay of pain,
I sculpt my sorrows
Into tears
And heart shapes.
My longing becomes
Stardust,
Ground crystals,
Cold molybdenum,
Stramonium residue,
Fragments of a universe
In constant perdition.
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