The rush of love
Smells like the word
I used on my guts as a sword.
And from above
It shines the light
Of thunders, wishes and of might.
Double Haiku
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The rush of love
Smells like the word
I used on my guts as a sword.
And from above
It shines the light
Of thunders, wishes and of might.
With all the silence,
With all the tremor,
In death I find absolute bliss.