TWO YEARS ellipsis POETICS

Seven hundred and thirty steps.
Seven thousand thoughts.
Mornings, afternoons, evenings and some mornings.
Love and many different sensations.
Words perpetuated
Moments that no longer quench
From my memory.
Moments of solitude
Days of joy
Afternoon of confusion, my confusion.
Poems, doodles, sketches.
To bring back
All laughter lost.
All to bring
Back the people who left.
All that could
See again
All the faces.
Planted love
Seven thousand seeds.
I want more.
Reviewing steps, still seeking
The certainty of all feelings
Crying
Inside me
And echoing around.
I want more.
I want to follow this path
I have chosen.
The poetry is in my blood,
In my skin
In my heart, in my life
And in my eternity.
All this
For the love
I feel overflows
Me
And flows through my veins
And dies
A white piece of paper.
.
THANK
Nothing would exist if there were
In each, a story, a verse
And a beautiful poetry.
.
Seven hundred and thirty days.
Seven thousand pieces.
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Eduardus Poet