Poezie

sawdust snow

1 min lectură·6 ianuarie 2005

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and when the music stops

i’ll know the final hour

would have ended. silence

is but a continuation

of the same, in another form.

i do not know, what it has become

and, maybe, i do not care to find out.

all this has a familiar scent

and, from a point in time,

all circles seem to find their way

to the same beginning.

you must understand,

repetition makes it perverse.

i do not want to continue,

i am fed up.

024.746

El Grande Gringo. “sawdust snow.” Atelier, Poezie.ro, https://poezie.ro/atelier/el-grande-gringo/poezie/100471/sawdust-snow

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