Mortem | 1. The Warmth

 

In Flames by Ilaria Ratti


Mortem | The Warmth

With each petal falling from the warm meadows comes a warmth unlike anything beneath your clothes Lying beneath a silver canopy, both of us find the love that replaces the old times’ fuss. Perhaps your grace acting the morning star yet it is not far, just lying at the bar very far. Such delight to live through your smile even when it is far with many mile.


We are the animals of love, we are the wicked. We, the dust shattered.

But we live for this.

June 23, 2023.


Key: The pioneer of this all.

Eita e etodx, vqmzcr. 

"fafv fy ye rwew xtq zfoi ftok kibxotxw fts feh fuavl’ jgeg"

Fk tqdvriw, U ma kai pqjfmiq at phy mzr phy, fts nhyzpsu uimghp.

Plmf pvvsyqg fy hqhckbsz mtkxv fts nhyzpg rki oxcjxh?

Fts uxzafsv bw ftffpr miop.

Eshq dvkwuehj,

 uyf uh taezssj vlmbs.


Everyone scratches some words into the walls of their heart when they are young.

What turns us into poets is the fact that we keep writing.

Even in death.

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