you never let me go
out of the nails
even your body was brought down
and laid rest on her lap
and was born, Michelangelo.
no crying mothers
no laughing soldiers
no jeering crowed ….
my life
a silent celebration
on the cross…
at the altar of wedlock….
and, not even from a far-off land
i could hear him, to create another masterpiece
in a mindless city of mouse games
you blessed me with eternity
you blessed me with eternity, of loneliness....
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