Touching

Touching, is not the only way to feel.
By touching the horizon, you know you're near your journey's end.
"Hate to see you go, but love to watch you leave"
Victory of the echo, over the voice...

A rendezvous with death

Pity...

the came out wearing a smile of life

they grew up by following parental lies

and died out like a candle's flame

subdued by age and extensive shame

Touché, old man, life made you feel

the rough touch of her tongue

in the last morning kiss she offered

A touch of deadly blessing.


Touching, is not the only way to feel
By touching the horizon, you're near your journey's end
Victory of the echo, over the voice
A rendezvous with death

A pity...