Rivers and rivers
of purple pain
spring
from hearts bruised
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River of purple pain will of away and river of happiness will flow soon. Just a perpetual preparation for death amazes mind but this true. An amazing poem is wisely penned about life and death.
Heartfelt poem. Indeed with every passing seconds we are travelling towards end. Life is moving towards death, it is like any magnetic effect.10/10
P. Pasolini would make a great film from this poem: Purple pain, hearts bruised, velvety feather, and perpetual preparation for death. Unfortunately, he has not been alive for a long time. Great song of hard words and simple ending.