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Sonnet 3
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Let\'s fight the air and spread a fire ball
That shall not pass with arms or legs in heat,
But we\'ll be there and see the meaning, small,
Embracing souls, tonight, beneath our feet.
The mighty fog, the castle and the light
We forced to hunt inside a starving heart,
Are just in vain or lesser than the fight
For love to be a place occult and smart?
Where are we now, in heaven or in hell?
The demons brought the silence with their mean
Emotions carved in deepness as a spell
For those the Earth will be the last they\'ve seen.
My life is victim to your arms, along
With trees and rocks that are already strong.
08.06.2008
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- Autor
- Ionut Popa
- Tip
- Poezie
- Cuvinte
- 119
- Citire
- 1 min
- Versuri
- 15
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