The strayer

de katy în Poezii în Engleză 0 comentarii

a deaf fear urges you to keep you far
of dark and narrow spaces
you just hardly crowd palms
all around the votive light
to model women womb in flowing light to catch the universe
steps succeed in circle modeling geometric forms
that will have to separate sometimes
to separate of childhood parent of the world
and to cry on the go and not to care than anyone
just away from the distance and only intuitive
seemingly hypnotized to pass the thickness of the day and night reversed as in a ritual to another
avalanche of small occurrences
on which you hang
with despair of the missing one
you dream at a simple cafe two cups steaming the walls
people with whom you could talk hourly
or the same time you could enjoy the silence
just does not get bore solitude your body
does not get swallow you chimera everything you disdain more

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