Land In Sight
The last breath of a word
Of a loving castaway:
-Land in sight
The last breath of a word
On a dark lover’s way:
- I see light
Blood on your hands
You murdered a poet
On the very first day
He started writing
Right on its head
You shot the bird
On the very first day
He started flying
You killed the wound
Right away
Without even trying
To let it heal
You shot the dream of a man
You broke the deal
And you broke it all when
It was all becoming real
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