Poezie

I

1 min lectură·19 noiembrie 2002

Mediu

I am the earth still breathing

through the leaves and the thorns

deepest in the heart of the lovers,

In a time so thick that only

nothingness can get by its unborn pains

and dark aged nightmares roaring,

I am the spark in the seeing of the eagle

attacking its prade,

The boiling heart inside of the hunter

taking the blood smell of Poseidon

miles away from fate

(seconds-shinning from dark freedom)

I am the skar healing after the wound

of tormented souls dieing

in the prison of existance,

The shudder of sighs crying

oceans inside oceans,

I am the I becoming you, becoming me

late nights when the cold earth

reaches its twelfth howling

of the seventh purgatory flickness

of the forsaken unnamed fallen angel...

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Andrei Dumitrescu. “I.” Atelier, Poezie.ro, https://poezie.ro/atelier/andrei-dumitrescu/poezie/30468/i

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