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Discovery...
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"...The verse was there inside a book long forgotten - "anthology of poetry" or something. Years were unkind to it.The once bright red colored cover -now a dead blood faded red.As if this paper relic bled to death before it ended inside this dusty graveyard of thoughts...
I opened it with care like touching the fragile bones of a woman who was loved once, as she was laying buried inside an ancient tomb...The edge of yellow rusted page turned to gold dust and was scattered by my breath across the room.
And there on the top of that corroded paper was...one single line , there, written by an unknown hand, in another life.
There, waiting for me to find it almost an eternity later, this line...
I felt them imprinted, almost flowing under my fingers, the words: "From the Thorn to the Rose..."
Suddenly i remembered your smile the last time you held me close...
The longing still so strong...
And then as the words were dancing inside my eyes flashing, I realized all at once that a long way of no return was spiraling inside my head, leading, always, to the pain of your thorn... "
Soliloquy under the stars
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swimming into a river of words
the moon slowly slips from the sky
and ejects my longing
straight into this mercurial night
It is not the stars nor the moon
that hold my thoughts captive
nor the galaxy that flows silent
filling my heart with a soft sweetness
dripping
distant and pale
like your arms around me when you sleep
You wonder if i love you
you could just ask me - when the stars were born?
the echo in my eyes would be the right answer
It is not the stars, my love
it is not the agony of being human
nor the pain of not being just the morning dew
nor the question what is the color of my heart
It is only me feeling small
almost transparent like a nocturnal crystal butterfly
fluttering inside your dreams
breathing in a distant constellation
You wonder if I love you
I melt across the horizon
giving you the answer
It is only me,
feeling small...
We all become small under the stars
White and Pure...
white and pure
scented memory of your kiss
under the jasmine
it stays and dies between my lips
just to be born again inside my dream
Saturday, June 6, 2015
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