covering itself beneath the veil of your eyes
like a butterfly at the point of dying.
A lightning flash appears
in the horizon of memory.
You return and you leave,
and I am here
in this space
solitary and alone
like a guardian angel
of what was.
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Love flashes in this dusk of shadows, covering itself beneath the veil of your eyes like a butterfly at the point of dying. A lightning flash appears in the horizon of memory. You return and you leave, and I am here in this space solitary and alone like a guardian angel of what was. |