Loss Orphanic

Loss Orphanic

Have you not seen in the garden of loss
My heart screaming your velvet name
Sighing you the breath of flowers
Of each scent and colors fame
Rising from the nails of nature
My orphan leaves and fields lame

Are you not roaming the grief
Dwelling the shade of my hair
And the sorrow of hundred wind
Blowing the branches of my lids
Blazing my eyes a waiting tempest
Boiling round the neck of awaitening

Is it not noticeable
how the skies are widening,
The way gods are kneeling
Before the whisper of your existence
And how existences are obsolete,
abandoned and unheard
at the birth of your shade

Am I not assumed to be
the invention of a look gazed by your eyes
and the way my lips are crafted
is but the creation of your kiss
that everything in me is a lesser image of your soul
and your soul is but the perfect made of my heart.

Do you not behold how distances close
the clash of their times
and the frames of hours
transform into pillars
carrying the grief of my years

Do you not,
see me but,
faden and lonely
in death and rot?

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