Year after year
I dug in the earth
looking for the blue of heaven
only to feel
the pile of dirt
choking me
until once in the dead of night
I tripped on a broken brick
and kicked it into the air
and saw that without a thought
I had smashed the bones
of the empty sky
(English version by W. S. Merwin)
part-broken, part-whole 
Beautiful…..just beautiful……….
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pretty morbid don’t you think? god, i love morbid. i have a torrid affairs with love, beauty, pain and death.
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