Memories

for pleasures of life

1 min lectură·8 februarie 2008

Mediu

My wonders are here

in my heart, in my mind,

in my hands, wherever I find –

from past time till near

My drill is the music

I felt it before

My friend is the cubic

I dig it from shore

My muse is desire

for something too odd,

desire is living with fire

about I’ve been told.

My thoughts are the ravens

those once have been killed

And ravens are Heaven’s

damnation I build.

True are the people

those once have been dead

Great was the forest ahead

for the ripple

from where I’ve been hit

Now I am digging my grave

where my body should sit

I wanted to save

this paper, bit over bit

Crossing my legs, my heart

and my life

I slept on the words

that stab like a knife

Words are no more -

just shadows of steel.

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Marius Surleac. “Memories.” Atelier, Poezie.ro, https://poezie.ro/atelier/marius-surleac/poezie/1767265/memories

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