The pain of the world..
"From the tears of a Muse"

In a desolate landscape
on the plain's bloody snow -
The birds' heartbeats
turns into a silent grenade impact.

Now the bodies lie abandoned
enameled by the thin ice -
The latest temple figures
Shaped by unnatural ethics.

In my soul
is the stage lit -
Not of the shining stars of the night
but of the twinkling tears of humanity.

© TsL. 2023
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