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About Medusa`s son, Pegasus
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Hope trembles tortured on the bed.
She helped me chomp life once
But I extracted the decayed fang
out of me!
Ha, ha!
The dream canister, they say it has been lost in nothingness:
\" From today on you`ll never dream, it`s over\"
Hungry, the tongue splits in sweet and bitter
and the sad resolution of remembrance
is vaguely propagated, half-open on the horizon.
The frivolous tone unleashes in Perseus
virtually falling on a fire paper.
It takes fire, it becomes ashes.
Tell me how is a star born in your thought?
How does the spark fall in Andromeda?
and I...
I am silent.
you hadn\'t put your eyelids against the notion of me
for such a long time,
I hadn\'t allowed myself to fall towards the moon
for such a long time...
and the extracted fang still aches,
a bird must fly...
but
\"from today on I will never dream,
is it over?\"
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- Ioana Camelia Sîrbu
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Ioana Camelia Sîrbu. “About Medusa`s son, Pegasus.” Atelier, Poezie.ro, https://poezie.ro/atelier/ioana-camelia-sirbu/poezie/92895/about-medusas-son-pegasusComentarii (2)
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