my swords… my wounds…
my slowly bleeding life.
the last drop of rain
trapped in the spider net.
the thunder resonates
and scatters in the distant echoes.
the rainbow drinks my tears
o blessed emptiness!
wind rustles through the wheat
and settles by my feet.
barefooted spirits of the plains,
my long forgotten friends,
kneels
by the puddle of me.
I let myself to rest!
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