Blood of Love
Like a swallow under the weight of a scorching sun
searching another land where we can stroll
under the shade of the walls of an ancient city
unincumbured by the threats of our own demons;
alas, all is in vain
these cities exist solely in an exhausted mind:
the blood of love is nothing but a fiction.
Maybe one day honey will drip without leaving any stians
Copyright © John-Peter Portelli | Year Posted 2023
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