We Rain

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cohesive, captivating and naked,
the bubbles of the salvation,
an escape for redemption,
once while searching,
another before the birth;
we die twice,
in this race to the grave;

and little by little,
like a slow poison,
in the refuge memories
of our beloved,
doomed to carry till grave;
we die each day;

rest are the hours,
spent in bleak attempts of
scraping away the memories;
layer by layer,
from the surface of our heart,
like shoveling out the mud
of our own grave;

but in that moment,
inside that bubble,
dripping down to be soaked,
by the earth,
we rain;

how far can we go?
how deep can we dig?
how much can we love?
how much can we live?