“On 2 November we will celebrate the DAY OF THE DEAD💀, thus this little poem.”
Epitaph Of The Ghost I sit above and look down below It’s all dust and tiny things Everything’s so blurry And here I am, cold and scared I am looking for my body Have you seen my body? I’ve forgotten to return home And the thread that linked us Has suddenly been broken I sit above and look down below I hear voices that rear passion, And suddenly they make me remember The body I’ve lost along the way Perhaps it is waiting for me, my body, I think of it wrapped in white linen Incensed, and filled with beautiful flowers Resting fiercely on a concrete altar Body in a warm and shiny room I sit above and look down below Suddenly I don’t feel cold anymore There’s a warm something embracing me While my fears, they all disappear Is it time for me to go elsewhere As to rest my tired heart and soul? Am I ready to fly away, to become a star And fall again on this part of Earth? To be sowed and reaped and moulded again And recommence there, where I ended. -eiravel-
Reblogged this on Time Traveler on the road of Life and commented:
Interesting post! I like the simile of a star and body, but with a tiny bit of reincarnation.
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Thank you.
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