untitled poem from the night of March 18th, 2013

untitled poem

eductive eyes lurking behind the words,
…will you find me when you lose your bridge?
Is there room for stolen hearts in a sea in ​​which one drop is of no use?
…they say that every solitude needs self-pity,
for pity to hold.
Tear up a small wound that grows diamonds.
Stop. Stop time in your long and drawn out free hand.
If someone should take freedom seriously it should be
For your freedom is not bestowed by you,
and your freedom was given for free.
is that why you don’t appreciate it?
If you close your eyes for a while,
you’ll realize…
that it is only in you,
that everything exists.
…that without you,
there  is  not  the  image  of  others .

flora cash

the night of March 18th, 2013

london, u.k.

london, u.k.


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