Poezie

Alone

1 min lectură·27 decembrie 2010

Mediu

Falling like snow... so cold,

The time falls upwards on ideas

~Of white doors~

And heavy stones press hard

On battered nerves

~To break my will~

The hourglass turns still,

With backward steps

~To greet the other day~

And so it ends... they say,

When the piano starts to play

~On beat of sudden claps~

Such endless noise:

\"It plays on words\"

Spoke fair to me, my tongue

And all I am, I loved,

In words I write or say

And sought to play alone,

For one last time...

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DoG. “Alone.” Atelier, Poezie.ro, https://poezie.ro/atelier/dog/poezie/13965758/alone

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