The Echo Of A Kiss That Never Was Entwines In My Shadow And In My Heart. From Waiting So Long, From Dreaming

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The Birth of Venus (1912)

— by Adolph Hirémy-Hirschl

Rose Kyoto, Japan

Is this a poem?

I'm not good at writting in english,

I have never read a poem in english.

But the abstract silence of my room

forces me to write it and bloom.

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I don’t like the fire inside me,

nor the thunder that shatters my voice.

But when anger takes over,

I’m shadow, I’m void, I’m fear.

My hands no longer obey me,

my eyes don’t recognize who I am.

I drown in a sea of darkness,

crying out for a glimpse of the sun.

Stop me, wake me, save me,

before I lose all control.

Beautiful people

For me, the theatre actors are crazy, but are the best people.

I am a person who rarely wants to taste the apple But sometimes the apple looks so pleasant that the roles change, now you seduce the apple.

I liked this painting