Once we loved
the shinning sky
or maybe the blue ocean
perhaps we forgot
all the inches played
with other tongue
or lips because we left
every lightning shaped love
above the crystal of life.
Once we cried and we left the hope
being loneliness or happiness or
some other feeling like sorrow or tenderness.
Once we lifted up our name
but there wasn’t anything above us
and the thunderbolt of truth
destroyed our symbols and letters
meanwhile we deserved a nice cup of tea,
hot rice and some crunchy bacon.
Once we will run to the ground
listening the screams of somebody else
and we will put on the table
the names of every single moment.
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