Sunday, 30 March 2014


Somewhere in the farthest corner of the sky
the lonely star that shines, away from the crowd.
droplets of hope falling from the honeycomb.
To hold this flow of life and taste it
on my thirsty lips and dried tongue.
Let me take this last chance to live
handed over by fate and lick the
last dregs of nectar dripping from my cup .
I need  to live now or never.

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