Out of love - 101!

What quenches your thirst?
Water? Cold water? Tea?
Coffee? Cold drink? Rum?
Wine? Whiskey? Lover’s kiss?
None!
Your being is a drought,
None can ever be enough
To satiate your thirst.
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Why brave it,
When you can embrace it?
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I’ve breathed through the cremation of my soul and the burial of my dreams,
Yet you tell me, that death is the most scary being.
What about breathing through the death of being?
Isn’t that worse than immersion of your mortal being?
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Do winners of war,
Not lose their parts in it?
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Wash your wounds child,
We’ll talk about sins later,
The rain said to the sinner.
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The fear is,
Of, for and about
Next breath,
Not death.
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Breathlessness doesn’t scare my being,
Breathing through the ashes of unkempt dreams, does.
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Didn’t the roots tell you,
Flowing, growing, being
Begin within breathing.
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Yellow and white,
Morning and night
Bright and easy,
Life and death,
Power and calm,
Fire and ice,
Versions of light,
Types of sight,
It’s all the same
In the end,
When there is nothing,
None is when all is one.
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Don’t be a coward, the braves say
Can’t you build a world,
Where one doesn’t have to brave,
The cowards ask.