Poezie
Ah
love poem by Dorin Cozan
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Soul of mine, how do you love me?
Listen, lover, what am I to you:
I am a man, am I not? Am I more? And more?
The angel caressing the dead Sun?
The circus beast, tearing all apart?
A blade of grass, unbroken?
Nobody knows. You think you do.
I know something. That’s all.
The world is asleep. “Let us dream fields of flowers”, I say.
Our fingers, glued into a fist,
Are all the beauty we have.
Soul of mine, forgive my asking:
What are we now? What sort of wicked logic keeps us alive?
Do you remember what flying is?
Take my hand.
I know something: you love me.
That’s all.
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