Storm of Death

We don’t understand the spoken words
let alone reading minds
We exist but do not live
this relation is eclipsed

Once that lit bright and shine
lay aside resigned
in a conrer of this dark hearth
next to ashes and dust
choked for breath

We see each other
but its more like looking at
we hear each other
but its nothing like listening

Its like rain with no water
wind with no air
flower with no colors
we exist but do not live

Are we dead now?
what happend here?
the burning flame of passion
is blown away in this life’s storm

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