If the Soles of the Night are Velvet by J. W. Cassandra

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The soul, when the light shines,
Is a flying butterfly on a beautiful flower.
The soul, if the soles of the night are velvet,
Dances for you with a song of stars.

But alas, if the light is darkened,
The soul dries up without flowers!
But woe, if she is matured in bitter grief,
A black hole from the soul, what becomes.

Black hole, rotating black grief,
Ever since you took off your earthly body-clothe,
And the butterfly-life is a mere memory,
Name of the rotating black hole is: non-entity!

The soul, when she flows into the world,
Is unprotected, she can never be eternal:
The soul, if defenseless, is turned by sorrow
Into a black hole: it is your prison.

You are the soul, if her existence is shining,
You are the soul: only her falling memory.

 

12/08. 2021., by J. W. Cassandra

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J. W. Cassandra

About the Author: J. W. Cassandra

I’m a teacher and a registered author either, at Artisjus as a writer and a poet in Hungary. I love forests, butterflies, flowers.

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