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still flies Icar after the melting of the wings
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with autumnally wandering leaves
in spring.
They fly with dry clouds,
With the sun bleeding on the fields,
The grass burns,
I feel, I search, I smile wickedly
Then and there.
When the sound catches the rainbow`s tail
For the vision of color,
Cells come off context
And displace the tear
Exactly in the colorless dew.
Freely captivated in a shadow’s cocoon
My wings shatter off
The darkness’s dust,
the all remains behind,
Shattered off my wings, beside the sound.
I have the light on my shoulders, on my arms
For morning.
Wings hurt me no more…
The sound nestles
Underneath them and I catch significance.
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- Ioana Camelia Sîrbu
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Ioana Camelia Sîrbu. “still flies Icar after the melting of the wings.” Atelier, Poezie.ro, https://poezie.ro/atelier/ioana-camelia-sirbu/poezie/143464/still-flies-icar-after-the-melting-of-the-wingsComentarii (0)
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