I Learned to Breathe Slowly

I choked on one morning,

the first one this year.

Life, devoid of reality,

bypasses our world,

bypassing our empty tears.

The dream I found yesterday

while walking is too intrusive,

too naive.

After the last sad ray of the moon

within me passed,

I learned to breathe slowly,

without rushing.

The last blue candle has gone out,

the last look of trust has passed.

This is exactly how I imagined

the end of the world.

Fate is too lost to bring us

even a little refreshment.

The white bird of your heart

flew away to more interesting memories.

The deceived shadow

is still your most faithful

guardian angel.

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[Lathen Griffiths]

Amazing imagery here :
“The white bird of your heart
flew away to more interesting memories.
The deceived shadow
is still your most faithful
guardian angel.”

Thank you for sharing this Katarzyna.

Lathen