questions, alas

If in one instant of follie

I plea to you

What am I?

would you then not ask yourself

what are We?

Would you think maybe We are one

and I would ask to you my love

Can One, then, be transformed into Two?

What is left of one after the sum?

Can two be touched or explained to me?

Silly, of course

to ask when in

the depth of your eyes

I have my own personal Delphos

Counting through life

shall wilt your soul

Love is all we have

underneath our masks,

undivided, unconquered,

always generous to he who

is joyous of life and willing to die.

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Frankie Saxx, Jul 08, 2013

I like this:

Counting through life
shall wilt your soul

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