Epitaph

They left
It was raining
My heart's vessels drying
In me nothing rests;
But the scars felt
They are here with me
Days and nights be.
Poetry tastes bitter
Volte face it gets.
I've known ever since:
Life is death;
Death is life
And hope and faith.

Socalledpoetry of Biba@2019

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