The Bullet
[ poem by Maximilian G. Wolf ]
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On top of the bullet, I'm flying
through your secret dreams.
Then I jump to your heart
to conquer it completely.
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In the dream, on a roses pillow,
I felt pain from the prick of a thorn.
Got a hand full of blood droplets.
Your skillful hand covered me
with a veil of light cobwebs made.
Then pushed me down to the nirvana waves.
*
On a snowy night through the snowflakes
a tear of happiness slips away.
Because of the dances
around the fire of dreams.
Introduced by your engrossing mane.
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About the Creator
Maximilian G. Wolf
Dear All,
On my posts, you can find authentic contemporary love poems and short stories. All verses and stories are my original work.
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>That was a bad idea. I thought you knew… >Oh, the pathos! I don’t really know you as well as I should. In fact, I may not know the real you at all. That essential, sparkling you that you only reveal to a select few. Had I been paying more attention to the stories you are so fond of telling, in which you are invariably author, narrator and protagonist, I would not have been so foolish as to set you up on a blind date. After all, no friend has ever done anything of the kind for another. That’s preposterous. What is a friend, really?
By D. J. Reddall6 days ago in Fiction
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