If there’s no freedom
From death what good
Is love if it can’t
Overcome death
For if death could
It would have
Already done it
So somewhere love
Must still exist
Provisionally victorious
Though still married to death
Living in some cramped apartment
Dreaming of freedom
But what good is it
1 comment:
perhaps love's dream is the only good.
let us cling to it.
happy new year, peter))
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