Poezie
evening walk
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Mediu
statues thrust roots
into the face of the cold.
over her body light flows
the wrong way,
always
the wrong way,
from the fingers to the soul.
i hold her hand.
the streets sharpen their corners
against our steps.
time counts obsessively
the strings of the guitar, from six to one.
through the stem of the city sap flows
the wrong way.
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- Autor
- Horia Mocanu
- Tip
- Poezie
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- 62
- Citire
- 1 min
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- 14
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Horia Mocanu. “evening walk.” Atelier, Poezie.ro, https://poezie.ro/atelier/horia-mocanu/poezie/1823520/evening-walkComentarii (0)
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