Barren

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Barren

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And my life half composed left me barren,

love must sprout from the tenderness of kisses

and the softness of a touch-

Desolated once again my bed an island

in the middle of an ocean of desires

left untouched-

And I drowned many times in the flesh

of passing lovers,

and I burned in the flames of blazing fires

to be left once again lone and barren

in an ocean of desires

left untouched-

H.O

“And the danger is that in this move toward new horizons and far directions, that I may lose what I have now, and not find anything except loneliness.”
― Sylvia Plat

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