Vision
The silence kills the words
And buries them
In the old time
The nerve of our
Bleeding love
Rasps
The spine of thrills
Vibrating resonantly
The empty amphora
Of soul
The woeful eyes
Drip their tears of light
Disintegrating all our dreams
The sorrows are slid
Into the recesses of the new time
I realize that
We lost our self
And this kind of losing
Our feelings
Has always
The same taste.
MCN: C7986-UKG7K-58QFA
© copyright Mon Jan 24 22: 44: 44 UTC 2011 - All Rights Reserved
poem by Marieta Maglas
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