miercuri, 14 august 2013

Bequest for Maria

please have mercy of this dry hand
touching the universe to write to you
maybe for the last time
a life story
lost in the mystery of your smile
as a measurement for happiness
I fall asleep

hungry letters
feel the need for light
through the translucent vibrations
I listen to the echo
of the trembling lips

now I understand the game
a clouds relies on vocals
lightnings whisper consonants
the rain kneads the words

maria I am just a child
I sip bits of breathings
the sights of the walls transcend
into rebuilding the peace
barefoot I play with the ABC of silence
as I scribble on the sand
a poem with my tears

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