Tuesday, January 08, 2019

Piéta

after Rilke

And we grow old
Now fill my bowl and the previous thought is
stop being a child.
I scratch like a rock
Naturalness
about the great pain.
It gets hard in your heart.
Now you push against my stomach 
so big.
I am stone. I just know
my heart now completely.
Now I can not go back with you.

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